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Light lied in his little cage, curled up in a small ball. He was tired and worn out. "I can't be him..." he said to himself softly, shivering from the cold. "there is no way I could be that evil person...is there?" he wondered. He felt so unsure...and being alone in a cell chained up wasn't helping in the slightest. "How much longer do I have to be in here?!" he asked loudly. Wanting to know how long until he'd be freed from this torment.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me so throw me down, tie me up...show me that you like me
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