Control

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Sunrise, Sunset, and now the day ends
My grip on reality loosens and bends.
Hold tight! Hold fast! And never let go.
I'm not in control. I never was though

Drowning, pulled down, I disappear inside
The thoughts they flow in like the surge of the tide.
"Why did I do that?!", "Where did I fail?!"
Like that I create my own personal hell.

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