I feel like my heart is a marionette,
You can pull a string and I feel what you want me to,
At times, it's so amazing words need to be invented to describe the sensations,
Some days fly by with the joy you give me,
Some days tortuously drag along with the crushing pain you cause me, but like a marionette, my heart is captive to the motives of the manipulator
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