Get out of my head evil thoughts! I choose to cut my strings so you cannot control me like a Puppet Master. 

You bring me to a place full of darkness and misery. You weigh me down like a drug. 

Your wicked ways will be no more in my life. Your controlling hands will be destroyed. 

I demand victory over the hell you drug me through. My strings turn into scars to remind me of the pain but also to remind me I am now free!

As I regain my strength I will not back down. If you come at me then prepare to be cast back to the dungeon of demons you come from. 

I am alive and stronger than ever. Run away before I revoke my mercy you evil Puppet Master!

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