~Control~

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I feel the overwhelming urge to control it all.

For the fate of my destiny to be at my hands.

Hands of which know no bounds,

Hands of which I curl up and shove down,

Lines marking the skin of my palms,

Take me back to when I didn't feel it all.

I need to be in charge of my life,

The choices I make, and the people I like.

But the universe has different plans.

It ripped my control right out of my hands,

I am in control of nothing anymore,

And it scares me more and more, my feelings unmoored.

I can hear Jae and Isis now

wOmP wOmP

we stand with Palestine

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