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Sometimes I see everyone around me as mere puppets.
Trying to “do” things just so they appear happy.
And behind this pretense, lie a bunch of crummy faces,
Distressed over needles in a stack of hay.
Sometimes I see everyone around me as mere puppets.
Trying to “do” things just so they appear happy.
And behind this pretense, lie a bunch of crummy faces,
Distressed over needles in a stack of hay.
