You said i was your inspiration to all theses feeling you never felt before but when i cried of for your love, you just looked at me like a cold hearten puppet with eyes so wide and made of glass I begin for you to come alive but it was no point. Your creator just laugh in my face as i held your hand and pressed it a pound my face to feel the sweet, soft touch that you always made me feel. When I felt like finally giving up you came alive again begin me not to go, whipped the tears from my face while you called me " the true beauty in this dark world" i felt so much joy again, smiling for ear to ear listening to the beautiful sounds that you spoke, you genially grabbed my hand into yours while i laid my head on your chest and we danced the night away but little did i know i was a puppet as well in this dark places we call home.
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