Pinocchio
Pinocchio’s story was what life was…
As a real boy
Lies kept him from it
As a real girl
I tell the truth
But fears keep me from it
It being happiness
As Pinocchio had a puppet master to guide him
I have none
I have to guide through life
He has no heart
At least it saves him from getting it broken
I should become like Pinocchio
Wooden, lies, possible happiness, and a guide to help me through my struggles
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