"I was a Puppet once."
A clear voice rings.
"And you were the one
Who made my strings.
I've cut them down,
And now they are gone.
It's better this way,
For now I am strong."
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Finite: A Book of Poetry
PoetryThe many emotions, thoughts, poems, insane ramblings, and legitimate concerns of a mortal. Warning: Most of it contains sensitive material related to death, darkness, life, monsters, puppets, idiots, and madness. Possibly much more. Hopefully much...
