You played with my heart strings
As if I was your puppet
Slowly tearing the strings
One by one
Till you no longer had a hold on me
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Unwrapped
PoetryWhen speaking isn't enough Let the poems write a path for others to acknowledge Unwrapped is my path for you
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You played with my heart strings
As if I was your puppet
Slowly tearing the strings
One by one
Till you no longer had a hold on me
