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Sometimes I can't help but feel like I'm just a puppet. I can't move by myself without someone getting mad. I can't speak without permission. I'm held by strings that will never let go. The only thing that's ever cut me loose from my strings is a blade, and.... I got out of that habit once. I can't get into it again. But then again I think, why does it matter? If I finally cut loose of the strings, I wouldn't be here to burden anyone. But here I am, still attached to every single string due to a promise that the other person broke too

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