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Oct 2014
Here I am...

I'm climbing the mountain once again...
For what?

This is not the first time, will it be the last?

I'm getting tired of holding on..

The air is getting thinner as I climb higher

And where does this journey take me?

The crest of the mountain, just to turn around, and climb down again...  nothing has changed, it never does, so what is the point?

My last lifeline is the rope holding me close to the mountain surrounding me...

I unclick the lock, letting the rope fall freely to the ground below

I free my hands from the protruding rocks on the side of the mountain

I'm done holding on...

I'm done climbing...

I'm now free.

**"The End"
GailForceWinds
Written by
GailForceWinds  Montville, NJ
(Montville, NJ)   
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     ryann
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