Everyone's a puppet to someone else.
Through rose tinted glasses,
that was how I saw the world.
But no longer.
Blush hues of rose quartz.
Cracked, its smithereens strewn across the ground.
The view turned dull, colorless;
an industrial slate grey.
They judge,
they use,
and they dispose when there's nothing left.
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FanfictionI'm trapped in myself; I'm dead. Don't wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours. Love ceased to exist in my dictionary. Till you came along.
