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I've climbed to touch the top,
I've fallen to the depths.
My blood has stained the wall,
I've cast aside regret.

Clouds of heaven part,
To fold away the skin.
Tell me once again about
The one I should have been.

If nostalgia pulls me under,
Will I look back from the floor?
Receding from mentality
To find I've locked the door.

Take your pill and pretend
You'll never see me again.
When you're folded paper thin,
Just remember where you've been.