Wandering through these woods without any hand in yours. Empty and sweet, my broken little darling. My most scorched wish.
When darkness falls, I will find you. I will hunt you down and grasp your heart. Fill your mind with howls and fear.
You are mine, lost little wanderer. Your scent travels with the moonless nights and I will find you, scared little girl.
For you are mine to have and to hold until death do us part.

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