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Feb 2013
Some days, I know who I am
And I know what I see
When I could feel the table
And then I know what is real
But it's gone in a flash
I become a parallel
There's an identity intact
But of who, I just can't tell
Because it's just not me
I become someone else
Sadness becomes anger
And I lose all control
Do you know what it's like
To create your own hell

But it's almost something else
To feel such emotion
To forgo all your senses
And just lose all yourself
For a moment, you're engrossed
You can hear it like a sound
You can watch it as it grows
To harness something real
But could you control it
And prevent from lashing out
Or would you struggle
And simply just explode
Emotions are a force
But would your grip truly hold
Michael Pick
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Michael Pick  Canada
(Canada)   
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