Voodoo Doll
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Last published Tue, May 1, 2018
I was once a skeleton doll for my master, Vexen, after years of being alone and forgotten he made me. My name is Skull, that's what Vexen named me when I was in doll form. Many years I became 24 as Vexen was 27, but something happened and I forgot who he was and who I used to be as I walked away. Something may happen, confusion, love, fighting, and much more but I fear I may not get out alive if I don't remember who I was or who made me.
There will be lyrics, poems in here I will say if not mine as I always put the name at the ends
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