fatal strings are holding me
there actions dictate my ever move
holding all the keys
my heart is wide open to be improved
without them i would simply fall upon the ground
why must these strings be cut
i am unable to walk around
stuck in a rut
am i the one cutting these strings
to many that what it seems
like a knife the feeling stings
it is me who takes it to the extreme
so please just stay here
so i can live without fear
aww that is so sweet...and pretty dark... it's really great your friend ~hazel
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