Feeling good inside and out as I sit aside,
Problems being many many any,
Sober and free I see that I could be bed,
Always across the room and sorry.
Next day is fuel for fire and despised on nature,
Forgetting the trees of knowledge held in head,
Next to Me is the ladder to the sky of forever,
Corresponding to the ascension performed.
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