Dear Little Puppy,
You think me, a woman, soft, caring and warm,
but I am not.
I will have your soul, little Asian man,
and you will like it that it is mine.
For your power, influence and wealth,
exist not in my mind.
I will take your soul from you,
for you wish it to be free.
Free from hope and pain, loneliness and fear,
So... give your soul to me.
I promise to watch over you,
to help you feel carefree,
and you shall never know, where I go,
nor how your pains amuse me.
Love,
Nia
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