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When I climbed, it got harder

As I saw the water cascading, the more I wanted to let go

As the tension peaked and my vision got grainy

The pressure to be like the trickling water increased

To fall and let down my guard

To just be free

But I couldn't accept defeat nor freedom

I could only hope for triumph

Freedom was selfish and defeat would ruin me

It would be the end of me

I was at the hardest part of my journey

But I was, also, almost to the top of Mt. Everest