Control
I’ve never been one to grasp for control
It’s chains
To me
Have always felt cold.
I came from the womb believing this true,
A penny-priced wisdom,
Tailor-built for a fool,
On the flesh of my heart
Carved deep
Is writ:
“You can’t lose control
If you’ve never had it”
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