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Mar 2012
I was a puppet on strings
Moving to your every move
Speeking as spokin to
Jumping when told
But now I'm cutting the strings
And making life a new
A life with out you.
I'm not your puppet,
I'm not your toy.
Forget what we had
I'm finelly free
No more will you hurt me.
Jonni Rea-Lynn McKinley
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