instead of stuff about me, i give thee a poem about slender man:
but will you ever sleep tonight?|
Or will you wake up, dreams filled with fright?|
will the clouds ever clear?|
the time is coming when he draws near.|
out of the forest, from the dark.|
you may see him near children, in a park,|
or maybe walking next the rusty old pipes,|
Will these children have time to die?|
but what is it that they die of,|
when small eyes look up at the faceless figure above?|
gives me the creeps...
I miss this a lot :(
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