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Into the Darkness We Fall (Yu-Gi-Oh Yaoi Fanfiction)[Rewriting]
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Do you...know what it's like to be forgotten?
What it's like to disappear from someone's life...as if you were nothing? Like you were...unimportant?
Do you know what it's like to just..fade away like a memory never to be remembered?
He does.
Now it's like he never existed.
He's been forgotten, and now he's nothing but a memory. If even that.
But...what happens when he falls deeper into the darkness that one of the light should never have to see..?
Will someone save him?
Or will he perish...along with his kind?
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