We are all born with the beautiful ability to act upon thoughts and ideas conjured up in our own profound minds. It's a shame some people are able to steal this away from us - or rather, some of us are foolish enough to give it up. I suppose I'm an easy target because I almost always let my emotions get the best of me, but what's your excuse puppet? You've made me my personal, impervious concrete castle - protecting me from your selfishness, your deceit and your denial. With the snap of the puppet master's fingers you'll dance your little dance, no matter what the consequence.
Why wouldn't you let us cut your strings when we had the chance? We spoke no lie - she lies as though it's her twisted second nature; in combination with her corrupt powers of manipulation, she's deadly. You may not know it yet, but one day your strings will become intertwined and you will lose what makes you her favorite little puppet. Without the connection, you are nothing. What happens then? This will be the moment when you realize your mistakes; it's a shame it's always too late.
Forgiveness can't wait around for you forever my little puppet, and it now rests upon our international dateline; you'll never know where it is because it will never let you find it. I can't say I'll miss you, because I've gotten used to living without you; we both know you've been gone for a while now.
Break a leg puppet, you're the star of her little show.
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