[Short Story] Puppet

We

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We always wear the fancy clothes they want,

Tie your hair up nicely,

Smiling brightly,

I stand before them again today.

I like being neat, but sometimes I want to frown,

As always, they perform, moving like puppets in the way they want.

Pretty,

brightly,

Sometimes

'Why am I doing this?'

I even think about cutting the ropes that are shackling my arms and legs.

But nobody does that.

Because if the line is cut and you don't like them, you'll be thrown away.

Because I've seen it abandoned.

So we stand at their performance again.

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la la la la-

'We'