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A puppet
Hold steady and hold fast.
You never know how long your time will last.
Depression always lingers.
We become the puppet and the strings are manipulated by it’s fingers.
An equation never solved.
It’s caused many lives to become lost.
We must learn to Live with something…
That makes us constantly feel like Dying.
You never know how long your time will last.
Depression always lingers.
We become the puppet and the strings are manipulated by it’s fingers.
An equation never solved.
It’s caused many lives to become lost.
We must learn to Live with something…
That makes us constantly feel like Dying.
Published 24th Aug 2021
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24th Aug 2021 10:49am
Such a profound write... There are so many levels to our existence, which one could conclude, make us puppets on a string... I know this is not the whole story, but certainly seems to have the potential to be a large part of the story, for so many.
I was talking to someone today about the food we eat, and how it tends to program you, in varying ways. The food!
Now how about those other things?
Very nicely done.
I was talking to someone today about the food we eat, and how it tends to program you, in varying ways. The food!
Now how about those other things?
Very nicely done.
24th Aug 2021 8:29pm
We are being controlled by the puppet strings. Bye,Bye,Bye by N'Sync. Keep on writing.
24th Aug 2021 9:20pm
25th Aug 2021 4:23pm
