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Compulsive Manipulation
The monster digs it's claws in tight
I can't escape it, with all my might
I want to run away or hide
But today, with you, I stand to fight
The dark won't win, only light
I can feel the thread, moving my limbs
Like a puppeteer is pulling the strings
I see myself saying and doing these things
As the pied pipers' flute continues to sing
The voices that speak so clearly to me
Try to chan...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:51 pm
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