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Control. | Poem - Scribbled Dreams
I feel trapped in this vicious cycle, A wave of nauseousness flows through my heart, It engulfs my body with intentions pretty sinful, Reminding me that solitude is nothing short of art. A long walk in the moonlight, I decide. It’s dark. Hmm. Hitchhike! I should ask for a ride. “Where to, sweetheart?”, he questions. …