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The Pawn

Since I found this plight bound by unchageable shapes and controls, it had become my own comfort zone that sometimes , I feel trapped. Strings on my neck choke as repeated patterns bring me back , to a never -ending void of selflessness... life, I yearn for your freedom's touch. In this circus of life's charade, I follow the magicians and ringmasters without a power to access my instincts... but the the show must go on. Puppets Contest

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Date: 12/18/2014 6:17:00 PM
Take charge.. You can do it!
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