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A laugh of madness, on the border, on the brink of fate....always expanding, always decaying...rotting here in a shallow grave, a spirit can only whelp in pain. clawing at the wooden box,fading sanity twists the knots, binded by the darkness, hidden in hate, fear, and nothing....derranged, on the cliff of sanity.....blundering; cascading down the braids of destiny, grapling for just one real thing to hold on to...