i like the strings. i always have, because thats how it feels. but the strings make pain more fatal that it is. we are not as fragile as the strings make us believe, we are just the paper puppets, and these paper puppets all have hearts they all want to be people but they can not be people for they live in this paper town.
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is it over now?
PoetryI lay there wondering what will happen if the sharp blade of the Razer shreds me to peices leaving me there to put back the fallen stars of a broken girl
