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Red and blue strobe against the decay of the forgotten. The crumbling part of the city that seems to be watched from afar, hidden away in the glam of city life. Where cracks don't just ensnare the walls and sidewalks, but the life that dwells within them. The souls that crave for the starlight around them, but are only found with the glass of their foolish attempts to mend themselves. Scared from the battles of a self-inflicted war, the wounds that never heal, are never seen; but still burn tears into their vision... The Forgotten.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 04, 2019 ⏰

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