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Kid after kid comes through the doors, and kid after kid leaves through the doors.
Boring, boring.
But we play, at least.
But there's nothing to do besides play and sleep.
But the kids love us!
The kids love you.
They love you, too.
Sure they do. I'm not made to be their friend. I'm made to scare.
Well not in my opinion.
Kid after kid. Kid after kid.
Nobody treats us as if we understand.
It is unnerving that they talk to us as if we can't hear.
Or can't feel.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Won't someone come and save us from this hell?
