Ah, I guess we’re here again, eh?

  I mean, I never left the puppeteer. I’ve always been in the shackles of it’s control. Would there even be hope in escape? Would it matter? As I drown in this suffocating sea of despair, I go further and further away from escape.

  A father figure that brought nothing but anguish, trapping me even more in the darkest depths of despair. Escape… There is no light…

  Acceptance. A treasure that I’ll never even get to see. It will never happen, not until I free myself from the shackles of the puppeteer. That puppeteer who would never grant my heart’s deepest desires. It shall always be denied.

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  What does my heart truly desire?

  Even if I ever get released, all I’ll ever be is a mindless marionette. After all, there is no escape from the sea of despair. Once swallowed by it, the deeper you drown.

  Being engulfed by it may not be too bad. After all, there is no exit.

  In the end, I eventually succumbed to it.

  Now that I’ve escaped the domineering puppeteer, would I finally getting the freedom my heart has always longed?

  I’m afraid now, I may have escaped it’s tangible shackles, but I’ll never truly be free. It would always be there to haunt and taunt.

  Freedom…

  Unlocked from the physical shackles, but shall always remain as the mindless marionette. No desire, only deep inside the depths of nothingness.

  There is no freedom, it is all but a lie. In the end, nothing has truly changed. There is no escape.