in my little cornor

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I sit here in a dark corner
waiting out the storm
trying not to fight back
tear stained cheeks
teary eyes
trembling limbs
trying not to let fear set in
but some how it finds it way in
my little world has been discovered
seeking out my every last fear
planing out every move
oh so perfectly
she puppets out the whole play
till the string tangle in each other
like a marionette in the back room
it plan falls to pieces
and she trips over her own words
she falls into my control
the same way it has happed millions of time
I think for a minute trying so hard to change my ways
and I grab her up and we stand there again shocked
she walk away with a look so evil on her face
I think: will I ever be able to let her go





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