the invisible string tugs again
turns up a notch on the pain
walking on this crafted dream
muted by the silent scream
i play the role designed for me
for the audience i can never see
governed by the unsaid command
fulfilling her every demand
dancing to the written tune
under the milk spilt moon
alive only as long as i can dress
follow orders, act and impress
my cruel unforgiving empress!
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