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On a warm summer day, a young child was walking with her parents through the New York City shops. A crisp 20 dollar bill was clutched in her hand, ruffling in the slight breeze as she skipped happily about.
In a land far away not that long ago there was a girl named rapunzel with hair the shade of gold and she was bold you see because in the land of lost souls the only thing to watch your back was the drifter you called your shadow she stood up to
There goes Hansel and there goes Gretel,
the two who are known for their walks in the woods they go so many times a week,
too many to count.
But someone else goes with them, someone who Hansel and Gretel don't know about.
Feel the cold against your skin,
The want of something warm to burrow in,
Today wasn’t a good day, was it?
I know you want to hide,
