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Falling apart my body suffers
coldness reaches my soul and I feint
Destroyed and forgotten I slide and wait
But nothing will come and I cannot be saved
Some days I feel haunted
I remember all the things that were and they ride me
I am controlled and contorted by my creators
My friends and my loves who made me strong
now I am their puppet show
A smileless jester who lost her voice to moan
I will go where the strings take me
Play my part and then let go
Like a stage prop after the finale
I will burn..
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