Check out my friends story.
http://www.wattpad.com/945678-buying-the-moon
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I'm just your puppet on strings with a painted-on-face.
I'm done with your tricks, lets get down to the chase.
You tug at my pride with a flick of your wrist.
Two can play this game... If you really insist. You pull and you push, I struggle, I fight,
do you not know that this isi'nt at all right?
As you watch me dance in all my glory, does it not ever make you feel sorry?
I'm attached, at the wrist the head and the toes.
I want to be free but only he knows
He smiles like the devil and tugs at my heart.
I am a small target for his freshly sharpened dart.
A small wood chip falls into his every growing pile.
As I 'm thrown to the ground, I see him smile.
The paint starts to flake on my wooden frame.
I'm full of wholes and all this shame.
He replaces the face that once there before.
I dangle from a silver cord, my wooden shoe's hit the floor.
