Between

Am I someone who's walking on a wire? Sometimes I can lose my balance in a blow, or I can feel like something is catching me. Am I controled by someone who is playing God, somewhere, somehow? Sometimes, I can take control back in a breath or I can explode in a blink of an eye. I'm not all black or all white. I'm everything between.

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