i feel as if
i'm a puppet,
being dragged through the days
by the puppeteer,
my mother
whom is waiting,
waiting for me
to trip on a rock
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circles of life - poetry
Poetryjust random poems i've written, trigger warnings will be provided when needed of course
mother
i feel as if
i'm a puppet,
being dragged through the days
by the puppeteer,
my mother
whom is waiting,
waiting for me
to trip on a rock
