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Everybody takes the elevator while you take the stairs.

Everybody is successful, about you nobody cares.

In my dreams they help me to hold on to them.

Do I even want to?

Are they even happy?

These stairs are not easy to climb. Or am I ungrateful?

They make it look so easy. Is it just luck?

I will make my own way higher. I will get there faster. But these stairs are holding me back.

It isn't safe, maybe even harder. But if I look at those people, they don't want to be there. Not like that.

I can't save them. How can someone willingly go down. They can't, even if they wanted to. 

I'll have to build my own elevator, if that's the last thing I will ever do.