She is being controlled
Twisted, contorted, bent into someone else
A marionette of a soul.
The beast is controlling her
He attached the strings
And smeared a mask of happiness on her face.
He uses her, puts on a show for no one but himself.
She can't take it anymore, she has to break free
But she can't.
The beast is gripping the strings to tight.
Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphone
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