3 Am Thoughts

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We are not gods,
We are held together by string,
We hind behind our crowns,
To block out the important things,
We are just puppets,
Ready to shatter and break,
Throughout or lives,
We watch evil take,
In our last moments,
We feel sadness and fear,
Yet we are to blame,
Whenever someone sheds a tear,
In the end,
We fall to pieces together,
Once we fall apart,
We can't be put back together.

(Black Butler)