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Pick me up, stand me on my feet.
Please wipe the dust off my knees.
I don’t sleep, I hardly eat,
Forgive me if I’m kind of weak.

I caved under the weight of emotion,
My foundations came tumbling down.
I lost myself in all the commotion,
The Red Sea rushed in and I drowned…
I drowned in the sea that tasted of me.