"Downs"

Slimy black tentacles slithering towards me Surrounded by unpredictability Struggling on, with the wind in my face A paragon of evil chasing my steps THE DARK WINTER HAVE TAKEN MY SOUL I have forgotten my history All that is left is – now, me as I am this moment But, the sinking feeling...

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