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Apr 2014
Down to the bottom of darkness i fell, down to lord of darkness i have been chosen, down in darkness theres no air for my lungs to breath, chocking between the darkness that is surrounding me. Escaping from darkness to darkness, getting out became a myth, stories of an old myths holds no heros have been saved from the labyrinth of the dark.
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