Control

Sometimes I think I'll die before anyone understands me

I don't want to be alone,

but I cannot control time

Nor can I control any outcome coming my way

The most deadliest belief is believing you have control over your life

You will burn youself from the inside out because of it

In the end, everything chnages

Nothing gold can stay

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