He's got a hold of her and yet his arms are nowhere near her
She has no strings and yet he still controls her
She has her own mind
Though he has managed to claim it as his
Her spoken words were like broken glass
One wrong move and she got cut
She needed to free herself
Her mind
Her soul
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