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Mar 11
What if we wake up one day and realize that all along, we have not been living
What if this life, is not life at all
What if we are just puppets being controlled
To provide entertainment
To act on this "life" movie set
Our roles are already set out for us
Our stories already directed
Some have happy endings, some not
Some uncertainty, some just bleek dullness
It's not within our control
And as well go along acting
Experiencing an array of emotions
The puppeteer sits comfortably on his high chair praising himself for what he has created
Written by
Akshi Hargoon  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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