Hanging on by a thread
Trying to cut it
Trying to be free
But they pull my arm
And they move my mouth
And once again
They are in control
The one's running the show
Are playing with my strings again.
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Strings
PoetryWe're all caught, our actions aren't all our own. #347 in poetry 9/29/16 some parts republish on 11/20/2023
