I am a puppet. I have a puppeteer but i don't know how he is. He gets bord with me and play with my emotions is his fun little game and i his puppet to satisfy him. He plays tricks on people around me to he also gets in my head and gives me friends. I cant tell people because he'll get angry and hurt me. I give up sometimes and forget im a puppet and play his game. But i only fit in his hand and hes not God. he is like me not able to control of tell what cales his emotions. Sometimes i wish to be with him for him to no longer be alone but he says one day i can be forever with him in his arm. Hes vary protective to if one of the other puppets trys to hurt me or be with me he makes me reject them and get away from them. When i try to resist hes hold i can see other strings or the other puppets. One time i brock the strings and was separated from my puppeteer it was so cold, empty and depressing. "I never will do that again so please don't punish me" said to him when he fixed me but he sayed "ok but as long as you never leave if not and you leave again you can no longer be a puppet you will be a ornament to watch others". "No i will never disobey again as long as you are hear" i Said. this is all i can say but this is not the end but he is my puppeteer my one and only puppeteer and no one eleses.
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the breaking point
AcakThis is gust a book of stuff i write. More description on the first chap . The pic is from sheerheart on deviant art