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All those mountains over me,

it's all, some of bullshit feel,

me.

When you see it clear,

it's just A rope of heal.

all I think about is me.

when I think that's not me,

I'm,

all those mountains over me.

when it rains,

all drops stuck on me,

but no wetness of reality,

pressing me.

it's heavy.

still pressing me.

down I'm falling with drops.

my face on sand smells.

my nose under horizon line.

but no war inside the bottom of earth!

why I think about me then?

and still wetness,

ain't no reality,

all those mountains,

down the wall of my mind.