Ring around the rosie,
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, Ashes,
We all fall down.
What do you suppose we do?
to fight the darkness
in which we drown.
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Story by HGam3r
Mixed Memories
You take a boy's point of view and see how he slowly falls into depression.
At the same time he's losing his...