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It's hard to think
That this string is thick
Its not just there on my arms
I was not born around farms
I take it you move my body
The way you make me cry
My strings are attached to your heart
Like a marionette is to the sky
Its not like you wanted this to happen
Because you're not the one struggling and slapping
When you pull my strings I don't sing
The way you want me to like a doll with wings
I move the way you make me
Only because you want to wake me
You cut my strings so I would fall
And I did and I didn't know how to crawl
I never learned how to walk without you there
And now the only strings I have is my hair
I tried to pull my hair to feel the way I use to
But it didn't work all because of you
That this string is thick
Its not just there on my arms
I was not born around farms
I take it you move my body
The way you make me cry
My strings are attached to your heart
Like a marionette is to the sky
Its not like you wanted this to happen
Because you're not the one struggling and slapping
When you pull my strings I don't sing
The way you want me to like a doll with wings
I move the way you make me
Only because you want to wake me
You cut my strings so I would fall
And I did and I didn't know how to crawl
I never learned how to walk without you there
And now the only strings I have is my hair
I tried to pull my hair to feel the way I use to
But it didn't work all because of you
The poem I had to write. Its dedicated to the one whom broke my heart.
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