Icicles cling to the trees the air becomes thin challenges the mortal to climb a little higher tighten your grip on the rope almost to the top your breath forms clouds in the air
My story has yet to be finished, it is a constantly changing work in progress. In the end, I really don't know if my life story will be inspirational, or tragic...but i'm willing to keep living my life and find out as I go along.
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