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Here I am,
wooden carved,
made for your perfection.
Silver strings,
bonds that will never break,
and always,
awaiting your command.

Without you there,
I don't know what to do.

I've dreamt of being free,
but I soon realized,
I need you more,
than you need me.

I can not cut my own strings,
unless you command me to,
but I fear for that,
because I've never been unstrung.

So I'll be laying on the ground,
waiting for you to decide,
if today will be the day I smile,
or the day I will cry.