If I open this door my heart will walk out,
But if I keep it closed it will eventually break it down.
I have no reason to keep paying my lungs to breathe,
I'll do it myself, I don't need this bladder, I don't need this brain.
All I need is love and perhaps some beans.
And a compass to find my way back to my pyramid.
Oh no wait, I'll use the sun.
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