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The things just go out of control,
When happiness turns into melancholy,
Life turns upside down when stars shoot,
When heart bleeds with pricking treachery.
It is the aura of surroundings that rule,
With the heartbeats, they clearly befool,
Hormones fluctuating with taunting beats,
The calm soul awakens to kiss summit.
No rules shed or regulations followed,
Anger takes toll when normalcy takes toll,
The burning asked flicker with their wings,
Out of control goes situation and things.
How much you try but you cannot justify,
When conditions reign in your minds,
Fate takes turn and builds its burrow,
Where you rest keeping your soul hollow.
No, you cannot help but be weak and dig,
The trenches where you can find mysteries,
The wires cut down your perceptions,
And you grow weak with utter hallucination.
Out of control, you go out of control,
Out of control goes the mirrors with holes,
Out of control goes your body and soul,
Out of control, you take time to behold.

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