I was running for that was all I could do until I found help, until I found them.
I was jumping over bushes that was all I could do until I found safety, until I found them.
I was swimming through the river that was all I could do to find solitude, until I found them.
I was flying through the sky and that was all I could do until I found freedom, until I found them.
I was tripping and I couldn't get back up, the Black hands had caught me.
I was falling and I couldn't get back up, the black swarm had caught up.
I was drowning and I couldn't get back up, the Black Sea had swallowed me.
I was falling and I couldn't seem to glide, the Black clouds had surrounded me.
No matter what I did, I couldn't escape the Black, I couldn't escape it and I couldn't find them, I couldn't find help so I died.
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Random stories I make in my mind
Short StoryThis book thingy is just a bunch of story's I make in my weird head and no one will read this so whyyy not yaaaaaaaaaaay I was bored, actual front picture will becoming soon maybe
