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Controlling The Moment

Everything hurts,

Including the clenched fist,

That somehow makes me believe,

I am strong.

But I open my hands,

Towards the universe,

To release tension and accept my power,

As I slowly,

Breathe in the air around me,

And putting myself straight in this moment,

That I can control,

Rather than letting it control me,

Like it wanted.

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