Basement

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Once was a land so terrible, that fear arose in my heart when I heard its name.

There were giants and skeletons and monsters, though it first seemed simply like a game.

Then I was caught by a beast and held captive, 'til a friend joined my side in the prison.

Then some others came to save us and everything failed, and by then, many problems had arisen.

A giant held my friend hostage and during negotiations, slit her throat.

And while trying to leave, we nearly lost another, but escaped while letting one giant gloat.

And so I ran into the forest nearby, to seek refuge from the giants plaguing my mind.

But in that time, I forgot my friend, and for a while, I left those memories behind.

Though now I remember it clearly, and it hurts to think of it at all.

The time I lost my friend; the time, for my own actions, she instead took the fall.


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