Please do not steal or copy my work.
In my hand,
Specifically,
The palm of my hand,
I hold the elements
That can make or
Break
My life.
They decide whether
I will hold a needle
To my paper skin,
Or not.
Whether I smile
As I fall deep into
A blissful, drugged dream,
Or not.
Hands hold many things.
Power should not be one of them.
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