it's hard to refuse what you've been told, my puppetier told me that he owns me now,
"not one word, I control that beating pulse ..
so forget those petty feelings you have and throw them away"
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I now pronounce you 'heartless'
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and the string tied to my hand with the needle into my skin so deep that I can't forget how I feel and what is going on...
its the second time that the puppetier has pulled on my strings and led me to the direction I wanted to follow.. but the wall hits harder when your eyes are closed and blind , do not pitty the 'bruised'
To: The reader ( population 0 )
I'm sorry for the boring posts .. but I'm not feeling very my self this past day..