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somehow my chest is chained to yours and it sinks with every word you say-        tell me to leave,        ask me to stay, feel my heart weaken with every day. you know i'm just your paper doll;        i'm always bending,        and slightly torn. just keep using me like your puppet, but my strings are becoming worn and my hands are getting stronger from this constant pulling at your heart. i've been working piece by piece and soon i'll have this to an art.        mold your thoughts        and mend your eyes,        take away your subtle lies, get it to a science and then maybe this can start.
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