Love is Lonely


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Sometimes my life feels like I’m being controlled,

like I am a puppet on strings, controlled by a puppet master,

but I will break free….someday…

I’ll be free to make my own choices,

i’ll be free to control my life, now its time I will break free,

its time to make my choices to make mistakes,

now its up to me to choose what’s right from wrong, its time to live my life