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Puppets on a string, And the master of the game, Pulled around as dolls, On the endless string of pain. Puppets on a string, Lack of inspiration, Rolling around to the beat of others music, Never free from constant frustration. Puppets on a string, Nothing left to gain, And this will always remain, Always remain the same. Puppets on a string, And the master of the game, Pulled around as useless dolls, On the endless string of pain. Copyright © 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes All rights reserved.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Puppets On A String
Puppets on a string, And the master of the game, Pulled around as dolls, On the endless string of pain. Puppets on a string, Lack of inspiration, Rolling around to the beat of others music, Never free from constant frustration. Puppets on a string, Nothing left to gain, And this will always remain, Always remain the same. Puppets on a string, And the master of the game, Pulled around as useless dolls, On the endless string of pain. Copyright © 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes All rights reserved.
Sorry I haven't been around for a while guys! Just seriously lacked inspiration.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
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