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Who's strings are they now
The world is the puppet master's stage
We're yanked around
Pulled by our strings
Carrying out the same tasks every day
Every day, week, month, yeah, decade
So monotonous
I can't be me
Be unique
Out of the ordinary
I get yanked back into place
What if I break my strings?
What if I stop following?
And start being
My own puppet master
We're yanked around
Pulled by our strings
Carrying out the same tasks every day
Every day, week, month, yeah, decade
So monotonous
I can't be me
Be unique
Out of the ordinary
I get yanked back into place
What if I break my strings?
What if I stop following?
And start being
My own puppet master
Published 16th Nov 2016
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16th Nov 2016 9:27pm
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25th Nov 2016 7:40pm
I feel like it could be a good idea! Write your own destiny, I like that you chose to write this. It's engaging, I need to snip some type of strings. Good write.
