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i never wanted to be here, in this place that you've put me.
and now that you've put me here, on this precarious high shelf, ready to tumble, i need to get myself down.
and i will, oh i will.
(and i'm not sure if you've put me here or if i've climbed up.)
i'm not going to stay.
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