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THE LOST GIRL
THE LOST GIRL THE FOREST GREW MORE SINISTER AND DARK SHE ALONE IN THE DARK WITH THE UNIMAGENABLE PLACE THE CLOUDS ARE STRANGERS NOW TO HER HER SOILS ARE APART FROM HER FAR FAR AWAY THE EXISTENCE OF HER IS NOW INCOMPLETE SHE IS ALONE AND SCARED ENOUGH TO CALL THE DEVILS THE TREES WERE MOCKING HER ALOUD NOW WITH THEIR TENTACLES ABOUT TO ATTACK NOW THE INNOCENT LOST GIRL THE SKIES ARE RUTHLESS ,ABOUT TO SHOWSER RAIN OF TERROR HER SOLES ARE GIVING UP TO THE ROUGH TRAIL HER BODY IS WEAK ENOUGH FOR LONG DAY SLEEP BUT IT IS NIGHT OF HORRIBLE TERROR TERRORING HER TO THE FAITH AND BENEATH ASKING THE LOST ONE TO GIVE UP BUT BUT IS TO RUSTLE THE WHISPERING SINISTER WINDS WITH GUTS THE NIGHT ONLY BECOMIMG MORE GROOMING NIGHT MELONCONIC , GRUESOME AND MYSTIC THE PATHS ARE THE AKIN TO TWISTING LABYRINTE STICKY MUD WAS CLENCHING HER INJURED FEET THE SCRUBS WERE MAKING THEIR MOST INCREDIBLE ART ON HER BARE FACE THE DARK CLOUDS WERE ABOUT TO SHOWER THEIR DEVILISH WATER THE COLD MIST WAS MORE OBSCURING HER LITTLE VISION THE SUN WAS NOT IN HURRY TO ASURE HER THE WAYOUT BUT THE ONE GLIMSE OF LIGHT FAR FAR AWAY IN THE HORIZON ALIGHTED HER UP SHE RAN TO CATCH IT WITH ALL HER REMAING ENERGY TO FIND THE EXIT FROM THE DEVILISH FOREST PLAESE LIKE SHARE AND COMMENT
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