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So here I am outside. Holding the grass, wondering when it's time. Is cold, it's wet, and the wind is nippy.
When I look at the moon, it may very well look back.
I can feel a tug. Will you hold me down?
Will you hold me down when I fly?
If not, that's cool. You've done enough for me. But I don't wanna be a tool. I've done enough as well.
Gosh, I'm tired. Too tired to sleep.
Fuzzy all over, like I just drank something illegal. But that's okay. My body produced it, so the cops can't hurt me.
Tug upward, and I feel so safe.
I'll hold the grass, keep my body here on Earth while You raise me.
It doesn't hurt, not really. It's like the peak of a Rollercoaster. Except I've been descending for a while now.
I'm finally ready to be raised up.
I'll anchor my body to the grass, so You can lift me up up up. Yeah. Go right ahead. Take me and make me feel safe.
I can't stand this anymore. I need your embrace now. Please, let me hear your voice.
I'll hold the grass, you hold my soul. We'll pull together. I pull down down down. You pull up up up. There.
I've split.