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Out Of Control
Clinging to the edge of a cloud
I thought I could direct
The winds where they took me
But I'm wrestling against fate
To brew my own storms
And uproot everything
In my path
I thought I could direct
The winds where they took me
But I'm wrestling against fate
To brew my own storms
And uproot everything
In my path
Published 12th Dec 2014
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12th Dec 2014 4:57pm
love this all so poetic ink.. with such a strong ending tying it brilliantly to the title.. with love Crim
13th Dec 2014 2:22am
