Wired up
Someone is pulling the strings
No real friends
No real enemies
High level
Low level
Brain readers
Heart stoppers
Self destruct
Is on the menu
Someone is
Playing you like a fiddle
No life
Just a number
Just death
Pulling the plug
Being set free
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments2
It feels like we are being controlled by a puppet master. Strings are attached to everything and beyond our control. To be set free is both scary and enticing. Lovely
We live in a world where strings are attached to everything and would be good at times to have them cut, enjoyed the read
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