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Puppeteer

my heart tears, it is ripped out of me, as if it was nothing your wicked mind, your impish smile, your evil eyes i am the puppet, and you are the puppeteer to your sick games your words swirl around my head, intoxicating me until i am my own no more, i am yours to control every time you let go i run with fear, and disgust i tell myself i will never return to this life yet i always come back, i have no idea what to do with out you you are my puppeteer, and i am your puppet i let you play your sick games with me your lies enchant me, making me helpless to your wrath making me beg for you every time we touch you are my drug, i am addicted to you your kiss gets me high, your touch makes me fly yet when your gone i get thrown back into reality i sit here yearning for you, pining for you to return to me i have no idea what to do without you for i am your puppet, and you are my puppeteer
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Sep 5, 2010
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