I am a puppet.
My life is controlled by strings.
Go here, be this, do that, think what we want.
I am a puppet.
I am moved, I am controlled.
I tug and pull and the strings don't give slack.
The harder that I pull the tighter that I am bound.
Untill the stings are cut and i fall to the ground.
Broken, useless.
I am swept up and thrown away for the next puppet to come out and play.













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