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Aug 2011
Control never achieved
as a child haunts you. Now
you’re attempting control
over everything. Just
because order helps you
cope, doesn’t mean the world
is organized. Nothing
is ever perfectly
clean, or strait unless you
perform the act. It seems
your ego has molded
you to be savior and
hero. Get over yourself.
Brycical
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