The Flavors of Me
I am high
As the sky in the morning
By mid afternoon I am falling
By pitch dark night
I am crawling
I fall aleep
To wash away the pain
Than once again
I am high as a kite
But every kite falls
hitting the concrete hard
No one understands why
I can't just be happy
Not even me
I think I have a condition
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