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short poem about how being controlled makes me feel.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 52 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-29-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2947697
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I'm like a puppet you can pull me by my strings
You can cut my pale flesh with all those lies you feed me
You can choke me around my neck
With my own strings and I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind
Because you make me want to die
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