Puppet

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I try not to let you take control of my string,
But I end up being a puppet of my own overthinking,
I try to forget you but you stay in the back of my head,
Slowly killing me inside until I feel like I'm dead.

Sorry for all my imperfections,
I'm drowning in the endless depth of suffocation,
What a pity, my pure stupidity,
I believed the sweet cotton candy words you told me.

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