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19.12.2017

Dark it was. The moon. Dark like the souls watching it, dark like the memories of the mind dreaming it. Who are they you might ask. We do not know, no one does, but we think, we wish and we dream. Hearts that are beating, drowning out dark black ink with shadows of red, minds that are screaming, crying, fearing. This world, our world, it screams for us, beats for us, cries for us. Let the world save you, since you won’t let me.