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No
Strings Attached,
Cherell.
Did you ever feel you were
only a puppet? Someone says jump and
automatically you ask how high! This is a poem about a girl
being so used to being a puppet she didn't know she was no
longer controlled! Enjoy!-Cherell.
She
walked down the gloomy road
No will of her own
No way to stop walking
Her feet were in agonizing pain
The
strings made her walk
She was only puppet
So used to being
Played with
Her
face was still
No smile ever crept there
Nothing to smile about
That is her excuse
She
is still walking
Forever
No way to stop
No Strings Attached.
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