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Control

Forbidden to control any one but me . In control of what happens as far as I can tell . Control from dictatorship never far away.  Far out of control I have witnessed , as they spin in there heads , no heads up . Some wish for control over personal strength and end up strangling . Try to control the uncontrollable , the unconsolable . No control over when death punched . An out of control vehicle smashed them up . Control with caution or get tied down . Is it a lack of control that person's fall into habit . Or is that the only control they can have . Forbidden to control any one but me , my way or highway attitude I never understood or agreed with . Black and White  (no way ). Controlling others to get your end away . Control overdue for some , the beaten  , broken , victims who wear scars from the control of their perpetrator . Take control back . I wouldn't dare try to control anyone but me but if I could control what happened I would erase it . Trying to control  myself saying what will  be will be . I'm glad be in control of just me . 

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