PUPPET'S PATH TO ISOLATION

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Walking with strings attached to every part of my body
Lazily do my part in this horrific play.
I danced and played until I was in decay,
Broken like a stick snapped into two pieces easily.

Isolated and wrapped in chains,
Wishing to be free from these restraints.
I choose a path that lead me locked up in sorrows and regrets,
Tired of their puppetry of madness.

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