Who were we?
We are proxies.
We serve him
We sold our soul
Now we are his puppets
Tim is my name
Brian is mine
I'm Toby
And my name is Michelle
He saved us
From society
But yet
The pain we had never left.
We all have stories
There's only on question
Who are we?
YOU ARE READING
Creepypasta poems
Randomthis book is about creepypasta poems and these poems sort of explain their life
