given no choice, try not to fall.
What gets me up will make me tall...
My grip is getting weak, give in to it all.
Decisions so relevant,
on things out of control.
Not out of my hands ...
just chaos uncontrolled.
Living with consequences of decisions....
Submitted:Aug 5, 2013 Reads: 11 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
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