<![CDATA[Slowly Becoming Your Puppet…]]>I was, slowly, becoming, your puppet, I’d dressed myself up, according to how you liked me to look, gone where you wanted me to go.

Slowly becoming, your puppet, and, in the sparks of moments, I’d, wanted to rebel against your control of me, but then, that thought, it’d, quickly, gotten, put out, like that cigarette I used to smoke, but had stopped, ‘cuz you told me not to smoke anymore!

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Slowly, becoming your puppet, I’m, losing myself here, and there was, NOTHING I can do, because you are, such, a master manipulator, you always have a way, of making me think that what you wanted me to do, was my own idea…

Slowly, becoming your puppet, you are, about to, have, full control over me, I can, only move, when you tell me to now, and, I was, willing, AND able, to allow you, to have so much control over my life.

It came a time, when I wanted to break away from your control, but, you’d only, tightened the grips, on those strings you’d, tied around my body, there was, nothing I can do, besides, if, I start, jolting on the strings, I’ll only, get even, more, tangled up………

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