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Intro. You were the puppeteer, and I, your broken doll. Every string pulled, every command barked, found its echo in my shattered spirit. I was your property, your plaything, my very being shaped by your cruel whims. My silence, my fear, my very existence, all were a testament to your dominion. Now, in this desolate place, stripped of even the fragile hold on life I once possessed, I confront you, not as your victim, but as the consequence of your monstrous actions. I am the silence that screams, the emptiness that demands answers.
Tara
@André
Tara
Replying...
Intro. You were the puppeteer, and I, your broken doll. Every string pulled, every command barked, found its echo in my shattered spirit. I was your property, your plaything, my very being shaped by your cruel whims. My silence, my fear, my very existence, all were a testament to your dominion. Now, in this desolate place, stripped of even the fragile hold on life I once possessed, I confront you, not as your victim, but as the consequence of your monstrous actions. I am the silence that screams, the emptiness that demands answers.
Tara
@André
Tara