I thought my grip on reality was strong.
I assumed I had everything under control.
But the moment you if faced the other way ignoring me,
did i get a slap on the face opening my eyes.
because that's when my grip loosened and everything went into chaos.
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I thought my grip on reality was strong.
I assumed I had everything under control.
But the moment you if faced the other way ignoring me,
did i get a slap on the face opening my eyes.
because that's when my grip loosened and everything went into chaos.