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The Puppeteer

Whenever, wherever I will exist,
You canít shut me off.
You canít turn me down.

Forever in your mind,
Pondering on my every word,
A constant rebellion in thoughts.

Blowing away all reason,
Blocking every positive view,
My puppet of repressed desires.

For every exertion a string,
Like wax in my hands,
Now dance for me little puppet.

You will never be free.
Vortex32167
Written by Vortex32167 (Stephan van Pinksteren)
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Author's Note
Sometimes I just can't control myself.
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