PowerPlay

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Has it always felt right, to hold the power over someones life? Blinded by vengeance, but calling it wise. Never stopped to think about their own happiness, Deciding their fate like the roll of a dice. You build up your walls, mistaking them for bandages, Being deceived and possessed by your childhood damages, You say it's protection, but it’s really fear, Afraid they'll leave, that they'll disappear. A prisoner to the past, lost in its messages, Left with nothing but borrowed time. What good is control if it leaves you hollow? What good is love if it's only swallowed? The tighter you grip, the faster they run, Chasing a shadow until there's none. In the end, was it worth the fight? Or did you just lose yourself in the night? Yet power dissolves in the passage of time, leaving you empty Has it always felt right, to hold the power tight, Over lives like a puppet, in shadows of the night? But the truth cuts deep, like a knife in disguise. Never paused to reflect on your own happiness, Playing with fate like it’s just a game of chess. deciding who lives or dies, But karma’s a mirror, it reflects your lies. Look around, see the pain that you sow, Every action has a price, you reap what you throw. In the quest for control, you lost your own light, Chasing empty victories, but it don’t feel right. So break those chains, let the past be the past, Find strength in forgiveness, let your heart be steadfast. Empower the weak to inspire their rise, embracing the strength that no one denies True wisdom’s in love, forged through battles and ties. So I ask you again, has it always felt right to hold the power over someone's life? We all play the same game, bound by fate's design, It's not your fault—it's the struggles we all intertwine.

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