Fallen Past One dark and windy night, when the full moon was high and nothing could be heard, except the heavy footsteps of a young woman. These footsteps could be heard throughout the empty graveyard. Empty apart from the current residents of the graves. Lonely and upset she visits her sisters grave, wishing that she was still alive and with her. On approaching her sisters grave, she felt something moving beneath her feet. Without warning she feels herself falling, faster and faster. Panicking she tries to grab hold of anything, but finds nothing but slimy walls. She finFallen Past
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Even if you try not to be anything you will always be something, because you are alive and have lived this far...
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Only Dead Fish Go With The Flow
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