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Control

By , Clay City, IL
My innocence has been stolen;
my end and beginning has been re-written.
The door I left open
has been closed.
Words I have spoken
have been crammed back down my throat.
And how I wish, how I wish I could breathe.
Oh how I need, how I need to feel my heartbeat.

My love has been stripped away
and my hate has been re-defined.
All my feelings have wondered astray
and all my strength has even found the need to hide.
And how I wish, how I wish I could breathe.
Oh how I need, how I need to feel my heartbeat.





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