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Down, many times, I was.
I thought I'd get to the top,
But I couldn't get up
From the ground...
Upstairs, where you already are.

If you see my tired body,
Reach out to me -  help me, baby.

With crooked fingers stuck in your flesh,
I crawled like a worm on your skin
To get out of my death.

I may never be upstairs.
People's footsteps crush my nostrils.
I will not know what it means to be "high",
Because I only live once, a normal life.

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