Strings

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Buttons pushed,
Slowly I raised my hands.
Each step so perfect,
Hope you're satisfied this time.
I don't mind having all these strings
Pulling me here and there,
Honestly I don't wish it'd get broken one day,
Cuz who knows what else will break.

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