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Hanging on like the grim Death, by Shanina Conway |
Pull my strings, and I will obey,
Poor puppet has'nt a choice today,
Cos if I dont.. you will yell away,
Like a disturbed and tortured child.
Ive said my vows, now that I am yours,
But don't dictate to me, my chores,
My life is mine, to re-arrange,
These strings, are mine to play.
Pull my strings and I will dance,
I have to jig and I have to prance,
To your very will, I heed your way,
And never have, the chance to say.
How I really feel, how you hurt my heart,
When you dictate to me, and control my part,
In our everyday, little family,
A slave for all, from day to day. ~Seaopal
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