Stories of Felltom. Part 1.In a time not to long ago, there was a kingdom not to far from here. And in that kingdom which was not to far from here, now that I come to think of it, it could’ve been right here, no…not far at all. And in that kingdom there was a town that was different from all the rest, no one normal ever visited it to begin with. They didn’t even knew the town existed. The town didn’t had a name anyone could pronounce in any of the known languages, and it couldn’t be written with any of the letters from them. The name of the town consisted of strange symbols, and the symbols were so weird that it was hardly understandable wStories of Felltom. Part 1.
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As his blood flew away into the past, He felt he did her wrong. Never told her the way he went, Or the love he felt.
He earned his money selling what even dogs wouldn't sell. He got caught, trapped in an alley. Metal so cold, got him on his way out.
He never loved her, the way he should, Now it's too late, fallen asleep on a garbage bag
Doing absolutely nothing
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