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Jeff's Angel (Love Story) 2"I think your right, Slendy." Masky said.
"Singing competition?" Said Autumn confused. "You guys do that kind of stuff?"
"Yeah. But only during special occasions." Hoody replied. "Afterwards anyone can sing. Even multiple people."
"But during the singing competition anyone can choose the song you sing..." Masky added.
Slenderman then handed the mic to Jeff. "Your going first. Consider it your punishment."
"Ugh. Fine. I'll sing first." Jeff really didn't like to sing but there was no way he could get out of this.
"Autumn, you get to choose the song he sings." Said Slendy looking at her.
"Um... alright." Autumn thought for a bit. She didn't want to torture him. So she choose a song more to his taste. "I want him to sing Sarcasm by Get Scared."
"Alright then." Said Slendy. He quickly went to where Ben was and told him the song. Ben quickly started to play the song. Autumn went and sat on the couch, which wasn't far from the spot she was already at.
Jeff then started to sing. "You got me s
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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