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Her fingers were suspended by strings,
She preformed as she was told.
Unconscious of them controlling her mind,
Someone had her thoughts on hold.
"Play a song! A jaunty one!"
The audience stood to shout.
Numbed and numbered was her reason
But lift and lower, in and out,
Her fingers rose anyway
And landed in rhythm and time.
They don't care that you're in despair
They'll only pay for you with a dime.
This went on for hours and hours
It went on for weeks and weeks.
Lift and lower, in and out,
Listen to her shudders and creaks.
But then one day something changed
Something clicked inside her head
She remembered something about the string
And she had a thought for herself instead.
Suddenly, she blinked once, then twice,
Something she hadn't done in a long while.
Her lip twitched and feet moved to the side.
They called for another song and she looked up and smiled
The strings rose and her hands followed at first,
But she pulled them down with a jerk.
She detached the thread and shook her head,
Saying "that's not how I work."
The audience stared and the audience screamed
But she did not care to any degree
She played what was inside her heart
She played in the minor key.
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In the Depths- The 1st half of me
PoetryHere is a collection for poetry and such. But this one is one non-stop mood and the other book will be more uplifting. So umm here goes. Also some of these may be about my reality or just fiction. I will try to specify unless it's too personal than...
