I walked
through the woods
I shiver as
I walk
My breath is
warm and sticky
I walk at a
faster pace
My breathing
is now complicated
Running as
fast as I can
I will not
fall
I will not
smile
But here he
comes
Mr. Smiley
Face
With his
hands so cold
He reaches
out and grabs me
I yelp in
fear
The next day
on the news
‘Murder in
the woods’
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