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Upright. Marionette smile plastered on a crumbling face But Still Upright.   Brain full of tears Dreams dashed to no more Doll parts scattered On The Dirty floor
Limp limbs pulled taut, Head high, gaze empty. Strings pull lips into grimaces Everyone sees through and believes. The day begins.   Clumsy stumbling through daily routines,
I'm a Marionette,Your lifeless little toy,Anyone can play with me,Be they girl or boy.The wires tied around my arms,You control them as you wishYou can break my heart and cause me harm
Like a marionette, She sits a puppet with hanging strings Tangled in masters hands. Her once darling dress, Now just tattered remnants of what once was. Her face so delicately designed
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