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am I a puppet of chance, pulled by fate
dancing upon your strings that chase
the essence of character, definition of fey
for you, the puppeteer pulls and twists
simpler strings make and take movement
others try to teach; describe a new day
you wish to cut all strings; sever the ties
willfully granting independence; fearful
with the strings of emotion now cut;
ties of chance, the history unravelling
it's as pure as murder, as if to fade away
your intent of innocence, is now a rift
you seek to grant life without control
giving the spark of humanity unpaid; a gift
this is a story ended unsung, but not left
now to make end, having nothing; given all.
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