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Haunted Well 2 Off a secluded road that curves around, In the woods a haunted well can be found. Built by the fathers of this forgotten land The chance of it being found aren't grand. Surrounded by trees that hides it by day. A hunter may discover it hunting for prey. My murdered bones is now haunting it. Down in the bottom my bodies bones sit As a young boy I was reported missing, After meeting a friend who I was visiting. On my way home down that lonely road, A man I knew killed me why I don't know.. My stepfather was a cruel and mean man. He was big and strong with very big hands. He would know where my body lays now. My stepfather moved far away from town. I wish somebody would find this old well. Investigate my bones the D N A would tell. Someone please set my bodies spirit free. At the bottom of this well is where I'll be. BY: Kings
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