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The trees all fold into the narrow road. The smell of blood and tears made it easy to hunt them. The moon in the dark star less night. That was the only light as u walk down the tree covered road. No one will hear u or no one will save u. all the color in the world soon gone only to see nothing. That's what they want u to think till it'd to late.

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