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We move by strings tied to our beings, like marionettes. They want us to smile and be happy so we do just that; we appease our audience. But behind the curtains we are angry and sad, hurt and regretful, tired and disregarding. We don't love each other like we used to. We act like a real couple in front of everyone because that's what they expect. And you know what? That's what makes us perfect. We're people-pleasers, we do what people want us to do, no matter the cost. So keep staying with me my love, we'll grow our hate towards each other... ...together.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
Curtains Open
We move by strings tied to our beings, like marionettes. They want us to smile and be happy so we do just that; we appease our audience. But behind the curtains we are angry and sad, hurt and regretful, tired and disregarding. We don't love each other like we used to. We act like a real couple in front of everyone because that's what they expect. And you know what? That's what makes us perfect. We're people-pleasers, we do what people want us to do, no matter the cost. So keep staying with me my love, we'll grow our hate towards each other... ...together.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
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