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The Puppet Master
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PAin and HAte I'm was that child who sat and cried
I was that child who was alone
I was that child made of Plastic
I was the masked face in every place
I was that Kid who sat alone
The kid everyone made fun off
Picked on and prodded like a caged animal
Suicide Was the way i thought then i would be OK
But still im that child who sits alone
Unwanted Bleeding herself
Razor blade dreams and suicide wishes
The Puppet master controls His marionette
I no longer have a puppet master in my life
I'm a lone marionette.Were are you My Puppet master
I'm no longer a puppet on strings
I thank you for cutting my strings
I no longer have control
Help me give me your Strings tie me down
no longer have a puppet master
A very deep and beautiful piece.
Sometimes I think we are all being control but every one else choices including our own.
This was a wonderful write.
Keep penning
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Ty
You are very nice thank you
♥CheyMArie♥