Laying there in bed, all sweet and innocent, you have no idea. You think you're the only one but you're not. You're merely only one of the toys she has collected. She'll keep you around for awhile, for as long as you serve a purpose.
The oldest toy in the collection, you're practically an antique according to her standards. Little do you know, you're hanging on by a string and that string could be cut at any moment.
Mike is one of her many new toys and he too, serves a purpose in her elaborate puppet show. He is her money tree and she doesn't really care. He doesn't know though, that hes in for the ride of his life, for as soon as she gets through with him, his strings will be cut too. He'll lay lifeless on the ground, a ruined puppet with no strings attached, no more purpose to live for.
Kyle is her next victim and soon she'll tie his strings, only to be cut without care later. She'll string him along, her new little puppet, all while laughing to herself, enjoying her game.
She too was once a puppet, one whose strings were not cut, but burnt beyond all repair. She no longer cares for she is now the puppet master. She is the one in control, no feelings, no guilt, just the game. A game that will soon end, when she runs out of strings, and the curtain closes. There will be no more puppet shows, just many lifeless puppets strewn about for others to pick up the pieces and a lone puppet master who has lost all hope for another show.
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I like! I think that you did a nice job here. Very creative.
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