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One step in, another out..
Soot covers in ashen grey,
As I go up and seize the day,
Grabbing towards the sky, knowing one day I could fly
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Be different c:
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Crystal clear, enveloped in smogI feel an anchor, weightless, pulling me down, As I rise up and to fall down,I am aware, yet blind,I can start to feel..
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