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Jul 2015
Emotions-Their like small little magic tricks inside you.
Your happy one second and then bam their magic act begins.
Your all of the sudden a part of a life long act.
You don't have a choice your just the puppet to play with.
Once they turn their card your emotions are the play.
Your clown of card is playing them but never drops them for your emotions to be displaced.
But your clowns favorite cards are your sadness and pain.
Your stuck on strings being your puppet for a show.
Being paraded around like some kind of act.
But wait you are.
You are the only part of the act everyone comes to see.
They come to see which card of emotions is next and laugh when you get hurt once again.
No one cares to cut the strings to let you be free.
Cause then where would there puppet of tears be?
-Mickie Rouxe-
Lovey
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Lovey  19/F/Over the rainbow
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