Control
The cold, throbbing lump
Pulsing in my gut
Pulling me back
I wish I had control
Rather than this terror
I wish I had assurance
For my own trembling hands
What courage I muster
In the face of aversion
I give up to my own nightmare
For what comfort i have
Has all but left.
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