Control is and illusion, it doesn't exist Something that is giving that no one can resist. Control is imaginary, it can destroy all it can With greed, selfishness of all created man. Control can be a demon calling you to hell. Taking all it can, and for that, it shall. Control can be taken for only a short period of time For after that, it is worth no more than a dime.
Reason for writing:
Days of ThunderBirth sign: Gemini
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