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A Story by blooming oak

darkness. washing over you, pulling you down. darkness, grippng at your legs first, then your torse, and finaly conumising you. like your at the bottom of the worlds well. and the darkness drips down, one drop at a time, and with each drop a chile runs up and drown your spine. you can't help any one, let alone your self. and yet you hear them. all those you suffer in the world. all those who ingore them. and its left to you. they call "help us. you promsied to help us. why won't you save us?" they all cry to you. and you cant do any thing. because you are trapped, forsed to be tortured by their pain, yet unaable to do anything to help. there is one that sands out from the rest. just hs dark, troubled eyess. these eyes stare at you. and you here him wisper "why are you here? you have a family. they stand besid y