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Darkness Falls

There once was a city named "Darkness Falls", where a quart of pain, a pint of bloodshed, a gallon of depression, and a teaspoon of happiness fell together in harmony. A town as blank as paper, waiting for ink to be written upon it, where joy wasn't as common, as feared was enforced. Where only the ashes of the forgotten, fertilized, the ever-so-rotten grounds of "heaven" And the eyes of the fragile, who witness the peril of death, are only the eyes of the young, who follow this hell-driven pattern. This incessant chaos is known to be Darkness Falls.

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