Like a marionette,
 But with no strings.

Without someone,
I am nothing.

Completely pointless
Sitting in a corner,
And staring at nothing,
It seems that people can forget.

Forget me,
Forget what I am,
Forget everything I was;
That I still am. 

Being stringless is irreversible.
 Once you betray me,
You can't fix it.
You can't repair
The snipped strings.
With ends too short to tie back together. 

The End

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