physical and emotionally I'm mentally exasperated and inside I'm feeling rage I close my eyes and I count to ten if only I could make it to five then I could possibly make it to nine in order to get ahold of myself before I slip and lose my grip it's imperative to give myself enough time to gain composure I need a moment to calm down I need some closure before doing anything regretfull I need to take a deep breath
to remove the fuse and disarm the explosive device
in my animalistic psych to prevent the inevitable statistics stacked against me
from happening in the heat of the moment of insanity
The Immortal Wize
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On Ten
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mlowe5 says: Interesting. I have always said to me, myself, and I, that we control the behavior rather than the behavior controlling us. Continue on and smile at the finished line. ONE, Peace and Love. |
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Ms.PoeticPassion says: Wheeeeeewwwww.....Powerful write.I totally understand. |
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