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You do not serve me
I do not command you
You are not my slave
I am not your master
Do not like me
I owe you nothing
You are not my friend
I am not your companion
Do not hold me
I released you long ago
You are not with me
I am not your lover
Do not return to me
I have no power over you
You are not my marionette
I am not your puppeteer
I cut you, and your strings
Broke your heart, and scattered the remnants
Amongst the crowd
Your crowd
They pull your strings now.
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