five

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you're like a ghost
you're here in a way
but you also don't exist
i can feel you
every second, every day
you are floating over my head
and you're smiling
smiling because i let you
i let you control me
i'm a puppet
and you're pulling the strings
my life my feelings and myself
you own everything
-em

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