we are so small
so unimportant
so insignificant
who are we really?
I feel like we were placed here
someone is watching--
taking notes.

maybe we are puppets,
the strings always pulled
the strings always pulled

I can see it all
there's something greater
besides our pathetic existence

we are controlled.

by what?

I don't even know the
they won't
let me.

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