May 20, 2010
Stitch a smile on my face in a crooked way. And send me to that happy place. For I am only a mere stray. Breath your poison into me, straight into my childish dream. What you think is yours to keep. Us, we do not speak unless to wreak on those whose souls we seek. and, my dear, we do know where you sleep. You don't care as long as I play along. Pull my strings, make me dance, make me sing. I'll make you scream from my Marienette terror dream.

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