I Am A Puppet Read Count : 9

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Wooden doll under control. My body is wood with classic clothes. In the mid’s 60’s proform on stage. Can’t walk and say Hello. I am under control by a master. A woman used to be free. Now a puppet with no tears. Children want me to be a doll. But transform into a mindless puppet. Only look eye to eye. And master voice likes mine. Wish to be a normal human. But under witch craft spell. Puppet sing inner soul. Made not dance alone. And sing the song. But a wooden remains silent. Lock up in the room. Feeling the cold breeze and spider web. A puppet doll got to put on the show. Or misplace with the rest of those toys. Was a human and now the slave. Puppet soul trap forever.

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