Puppet master

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Thi master is my salvation. Controlling my being forever till we burn. Thow strong shall remain till you cut all bonds to reality and fly to the heavens. Death is but one step to this life. Strings that hold me here break from me. Release to from my hell intro sweet sweet death. Thow have now been free from thi strings. there ate no strings on me. Thow shall rejoice from thow no found freedom. Thow shall not waist what had been given. If you to then parish in the depths of thow subconcence forever. There are no strings on me.
THIS IS FOR THE PUPPET OF FNAF.

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