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The Puppet

Im a puppet that lost an scared. Oh please kind sir won't share? Help me threw the woods he said an I wont make you lay in my bed. Oh but kind sir that would mean I would not kill you first. She smiled an move her strings get in him as he slowly sufferd. She smiles again at him an said. Im the puppet an your now a dead man. With that she cuts off his head an vanish till someone comes up the hill again.
Written by SakuraSlowly (Wichelen)
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