Oh, how we drift away from our friends. And the ones back home play remember when I’m a Marionette – ABBA
Daisy at times felt really frustrated at the manner her life ran. There were moments in her life where she would feel like a puppet being controlled. This usually happened when there was a conflict between her parents. It was as if she was being made to choose a side and Daisy did not want to do that especially when she felt that either side was wrong. Her eyes welled up with furious tears when her mother asked Daisy who was right in this argument. “Oh, sort it out between the pair of you!” Daisy replied, angrily storming off outside.
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