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I have handed you the scissors. So you can cut free. So please don't pull the trigger and leave . She's pulling your strings, leading you on dance puppet dance its been a show all along How can I help my puppet? Realize that she is gone... Oh my little Pinocchio You do belong You're not her toy, you're a real life boy.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
This Is Not A Marionette
I have handed you the scissors. So you can cut free. So please don't pull the trigger and leave . She's pulling your strings, leading you on dance puppet dance its been a show all along How can I help my puppet? Realize that she is gone... Oh my little Pinocchio You do belong You're not her toy, you're a real life boy.
About a friend, that has no idea that I've been chasing after him for all along.
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New York
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
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