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Puppets
We are all puppets being played on the most trecherous stage. There is nothing that seems real anymore. We go places and do things then afterwards wonder where our strings are? Our strings can be pulled by just about anyone. What we say is what whoever has our strings are thinking or mouthing. We say things and afterwards ask who's making us say that? What we do is what they want us to do; what we say is what they want us to say. We then wonder when they're going to get tired of us and throw us away. We are not free, who will ever be free? There is no way unless we're thrown away. Who will cut our strings?
