You pull at my
Strings
Like I'm your puppet
You toy with my
Emotions
Like I'm no human
You weasel your
Way
Into my life
You keep me chained down
And throw away the key
But I tell myself
You'll change
Because you're a master
of manipulation
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
