𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔞
to you who left me with no farewell
did that decision do you well?
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I am but a wooden doll--
Not so firm, not so fragile
You're the who held the strings,
That's supposed to break my fall;
For each step forward, I comply-,
Not that I could do anything else--
You lead me on then left in a sudden,
All I could do was cry;
I fell hard on the ground,
Made a crack in my torso,
I thought you'd pull me up, but alas,
The puppet master can't be found;
You let go of my strings--
I felt a little free, yet still I yearn,
Nothing connects us both anymore,
But what about my heartstrings?
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Marionette | Inkyspecs | 2017
