Breadcrumbs:
Short Strings
I
The reddish brown hue of the
dead and dying trees
bleeds into the sky
II
Down and down and down you go
At last to crash into the stars
III
Love the pain cause it's the one
thing in this world of strain
that will keep you sane
regardless of the blood stains your
weary soul gains as your wasted
life drips down the drain

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