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Jan 2020
Behind this puppet's shell
Is a soul made out of strings
Slowly unwinding with each pull of the line
Dancing to the tune of life's expectations
In mimicked impersonations
Of who I should be.
One day the final string will come
And there'll be nothing left inside
Just an empty puppet dangling
From the end of my lifeline.
Darison Strange
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Darison Strange  31/M/Dallas, TX
(31/M/Dallas, TX)   
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