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- Can’t a wooden man grow.
- The limits of imagination boundless, abstract creation out of this falsification of what is his boldness.
- My image drawn like a caricature. Build me up like an invention. Girl, I am your creation.
- Every piece of my thought your decision and every chunk of hard work your intention.
- And I can’t speak badly of my creator because a puppet can never speak against his controller.
- All the things I am able to be is not who I am, because I can’t be “I am who am.”
- You mold me and create me from what you want to see. I am but a canvas to your hands, build me up as you please.
- Any way, you can tear me down with ease…
- Pull me apart, my eyes wooden but the friction of the tears, fears, cheers , smears, are real.
- Just because I exist doesn’t mean I’m able to feel? Right?
- I’m just a dummy with silk strings pulled tight.
- No body hears a mother fucker cry out “Let’s commit double suicide” in the middle of the night.
- But would you?
- Would you commit double suicide with me?
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