You might not know this yet,
But I’m your twisted little marionette.
And you- My almighty puppeteer.
So, please...
Make me dance around on strings.
You are the possessor,
And I am the possessed.
Manipulate me,
Control me,
Use me,
Abuse me.
Please...
Bend me at your will.
I am the willing little slave,
And you- The master of my strings
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