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Pulling my string, this flesh-vessel, 
its circuits and wires, inspire
a tug-o-war. 

Unnecessarily agonizing tension.
Kill it before it kills me. 

Games push me farther away.
Nothing left to prove.
Challenge is just a wall I walk

I have accepted my longings
and shortcomings.
Try to flow with them.
If need be, even drown.

I plow down
along my own wayward path,
stuck in the story
of a meaty puppeteer
and a reluctant marionette.


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