~Do You Believe In Ghost Stories?~
A darkening street
Covered by whispering trees
Where no one would meet
The lonely child on his knees
The chill of air
Cools the boy down to his bones
While this boy would only stare
At the broken sticks and stones
Here he made a friend
A friend who played his game
'Til whispers told the end
And he was never the same
So as the stories go on and on
You'll meet this child once you're long gone
Mwahahahahaha! XD
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