you are the puppet,
I am the strings,
and yet you control everything,
to wake up each day
with a promise I've made,
only for you
to not see it through,
does anything matter to you?
alone in my bed,
wandering thoughts,
what's it for,
to sit and rot?
I'd rather not,
but here you lay
wasting each day
like it's worthless to you anyways,
with strings I command,
yet you...
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