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Tangled Puppet

don't stress the best ahsn'y gotten here yet chill your nerves no one should get tense wound for sound take a breath release it slowly savoring each gasp of air my arms are tingling my face now flush i hear my heart beat in a sudden rush it's hard it's near so harsh to bear why is this coming at me it's all around me completly inside of me will it ever be just behind me i'm holding on i'm feeling each part of me scattering in different directions reaching out to grab a piece of anything to examine to reatin to savor for only a minute i'm feeling dirty my stomach's weak so alone can they see my face can they see me chasing myself around like a tangled puppet a puppet that's loosing it's strings becoming limp and unstable so what happens when the last string falls do i stand on two feet or fall to the ground do i look up so pathetic will will they laugh or give me a hand aill i take that hand or try to stand quick decide i feel it coming be gone this can be done i'm shaking by ther knees but yes i'm standing begging please i get stronger by the minute

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