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Nov 19
The stitches on the puppet rip.
The strings to control it melt.
The stitches that bind it together all snap.
The puppet comes alive,
It feels something it has never felt before
                                      Freedom
: .。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:
FREEDOM
Written by
Slugish  18/F/L.A California
(18/F/L.A California)   
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