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Many sit in there bed and think of life, And they can’t help but think, Do they have a purpose in life to fulfil, Or are they as useless as they think, Do they have to follow a certain path, Or is there one that they can make, Are they all just puppets of some puppet show and is their life just controlled by the puppeteers Are they the main players or just some pawns on the side But I already know I am the puppeteer of my own puppet show And I will always control the strings Because I believe every single person has purpose But sometimes they just fail to notice and when they fail to notice they cut their strings instead of controlling them and they fall, like so many others have
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
I am the Puppeteer
Many sit in there bed and think of life, And they can’t help but think, Do they have a purpose in life to fulfil, Or are they as useless as they think, Do they have to follow a certain path, Or is there one that they can make, Are they all just puppets of some puppet show and is their life just controlled by the puppeteers Are they the main players or just some pawns on the side But I already know I am the puppeteer of my own puppet show And I will always control the strings Because I believe every single person has purpose But sometimes they just fail to notice and when they fail to notice they cut their strings instead of controlling them and they fall, like so many others have
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
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