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Whare are you?.....
Mom....
dad.....
anyone......
Im alone lsot in the woods....
Theres houses torn....
scard from the outside....
I keep hearing this pattern of foot steps...
I saw you!!!!!!!
W...w-whare are you?.....
Mom.....
Stop this pain.....
stop this scar....
stop the pedals form falling....
now im in my own white room jsut me and the girl a white room clear of everyhting....
and a guy in all black leather walks in....
kisses her cheak.....
tells me goodbye.......