Puppet Girl *

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She wasn't there first,

But she had to stay,

At first she was scared,

She would die that day,

She was a girl,

With a future to lay,

Yet the creator took that all away,

She start to thrash and scream out,

Resulting, her to be slapped by the the man he was now,

Just like Puppet Boy,

There was string and glue,

Tied to her hands and feet too,

But unlike him,

She was the last,

She died the same day,

Tyler didn't last,

Poor Puppet Girl,

You were abused,

You betrayed him,

For your selfish ones,

Was torchering him,

A lot of fun?

He had promised,

You two would get out,

Yet you led him to his end,

The one you received,

You didn't even apologize,

For your own selfish needs.

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