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 Thankless days and sleepless nights. Where wayward travelers wander and believers pray with all their might. All hope was lost long ago. Twisting, turning down a dead-end road. No one to turn to when the night gets long. Solace only in a demons song. Faces look back beyond the grave, at the shell of a someone not worthy to save. Nobody’s choice you will ever be. Locked inside your own hell, no door, no key. Soon fading from grey to black. Never more a chance to find a way back.