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WOODEN PUPPET WOODEN PUPPETWOODEN PUPPET by ~lostliquidangel
I am made of marinate strings
Strung under my skin, lacing through my veins
Give the strings a tug and watch my arms budge
Flick your wrest and see me run.
Till you get bored and let me fall
Then watch as I tumble to the floor.
All I want is to be a real boy,
To see through eyes not made of glass.
I am made of marinate strings
Strung under my skin, lacing through my veins
They tie me to a past that I want none of
Twain round hurt and anger that I have tried
To give up, only to find it makes me more of a wooden puppet
I am made of marinate strings
Strung under my skin, lacing through my veins
A hundred tim
Neutral 
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Its not the numbers at the end that count its the dash in between.
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"there is nothing so ordinary as the desire to be extraordinary" ~albert einstin~
"to see only with your eyes is to be blind"~me, lostpuppy~
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"there is nothing so ordinary as the desire to be extraordinary" ~albert einstin~
"to see only with your eyes is to be blind"~me, lostpuppy~
--
"there is nothing so ordinary as the desire to be extraordinary" ~albert einstin~
"to see only with your eyes is to be blind"~me, lostpuppy~
--
Its not the numbers at the end that count its the dash in between.
--
"there is nothing so ordinary as the desire to be extraordinary" ~albert einstin~
"to see only with your eyes is to be blind"~me, lostpuppy~