Soul on a string

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My soul is on a string

You have reserved my soul, 
Ever since our eyes met 
Placed it in a box, 
Upon your desires and control. 

I’m a domino of your free will, 
Well-built but easy to collapse 

You hold the fur ball, 
While I hold my own fantasy to catch it. 

My soul is on a string, 
You push and pull as you see fit 

Stuck in a pattern, 
while hope laughs at my ignorance.




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