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Aug 2020
I keep climbing up the cliff
Even when I see the stones
You throw down
They may make me slip
But I just climb again
Iā€™m starting to feel tired though
My muscles are becoming sore
What is at the top
What do you not want me to see
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   Ayesha and atticus wilson
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