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Breaking Free

I am not your puppet,
You can no longer be my master,
Pulling me here,
Or Pulling me there,
Your chains no longer contain me, They don't weigh me down anymore,
This cage is not my home, I am breaking free through this poem.

I will hold my head up high,
Higher than the skies,
I take control of my strings,
I am my own master now,
No longer will I feel the pain of your chains,
This is now my game,
Your expectations are no longer my shame.





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