marionette

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I cut my strings a long time ago
slowly at first and then all at once
finally finding freedom in words
in pretty things
in not being tied down to anything

I burned my strings seven months ago
watching the memories slowly fade into the night sky
slowly trying to forget the feeling of having been tied
of having been dragged around and beaten black and blue

I woke up with my strings tied back on three days ago
someone crawling back silently
and I wished I knew why

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