Power

Power can be relentless, as it is the fabricated illusion that we create to light  up the morning sky.It is the delicate string that determines the shape and size of the web that we call life.Bouts of self doubt and petty anger are the dark ominous clouds that pour rain on the picture perfectscenes that our minds' eyes have painted.

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