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Happy family, one hand clap
Four went by and none come back
Are we the last to get away
To a sun, another day?
Or do we know what we know?
It doesn't seem to be conveyed that way
Are we the last living souls?
I'm not uncomfortable, feeling weird
Lonely leered, options disappeared
But I know what to do
Son of Sam, son of a doctor's touch, a nurse's love
Acting under orders from above
-insert me complaining about how the vaccine is making me feel sick as hell-
AU where slenderman looks like this and isnt a stupid twink