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we're all puppets strangling in strings: many puppeteers pull at the strings tugging us toward Different destinations the puppeteers choose us puppets-- or do us puppets choose them? and they use us in their shows,their Meticulously planned out games of desire, needs and wants victory and defeat. sometimes! some mysterious string drags us away kicking and screaming or maybe we follow that string curiously and our other strings break, leaving the puppeteers with the bitter taste of disappointment and that other strings leads to the painful Truth we refuse to face; the Truth we chose to avoid at the price of freedom.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
Puppets
we're all puppets strangling in strings: many puppeteers pull at the strings tugging us toward Different destinations the puppeteers choose us puppets-- or do us puppets choose them? and they use us in their shows,their Meticulously planned out games of desire, needs and wants victory and defeat. sometimes! some mysterious string drags us away kicking and screaming or maybe we follow that string curiously and our other strings break, leaving the puppeteers with the bitter taste of disappointment and that other strings leads to the painful Truth we refuse to face; the Truth we chose to avoid at the price of freedom.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
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