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Free Puppet

My puppet master let go of the strings.

My eyes absorbed the world with a fresh perspective. Everything seemed so unusual; less enticing and seeped in danger. I didn’t know where to run, or whether to run at all.

I tried tying knots in the strings, praying my puppet master would guide me once again.

The knots only frayed…

I cowered in a corner, until I could muster up enough strength to breathe steadily. Exploring had once been a dream of mine, but in my mind, it had been safe and wonderful.

I must now become my own puppet master, but I will always clutch the strings tight.

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