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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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