The Tree With Eyes (Watcher)
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I know the tree is not magic, there has to be someone behind it. As i close my eyes at night i see him, every morning i find proof he was there. No matter where i go, no matter what i do, the tree still give me gifts. The longer it goes on, the closer to me it gets, what can i do to make it, him, happy once more. Nobody believes me when i have all the proof, nobody listens when i tell them to run. I can no longer tell what is real and what is not, is there a man or a monster? All i know is the tree has eyes.
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