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Her Will...

She is dead, Now I am free; She had a will And her eyes on me. Her will had strings, But can't you see, I tore her strings And I broke free... She fought me hard, But still she fell; She kept me in, While I gave her hell. I was her nightmare She'd never tell; As weak she was, She loved him well. Her will is dead, And so is she; The one she protected, Is no more free-- The one she hid, Is now exposed; The one she loved, Will be disposed. It cannot be, She shares my stage; She cheated death, And turned the page-- She's alive inside, Fighting the wars I wage; She did not die, She's crying in the birdcage...
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shruti-atri
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Written by
shruti-atri
Published
Feb 24, 2016
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35·125
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#love#loss#will#puppets#pinocchio#strings#alterego#avengersageofultron#ultronramblings#therearenostringsonme
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