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there's a place i know it's on top of a hill there's a tower and a field and a view to die for whenever i am sad or lonely or upset in any way the tower the view the field all comfort me relax me remind me how to breathe i come to my special place and look out at my favorite view and i can see everything and nothing all at once i see everything i can see the entire valley i see nothing because a valley is all i see this valley is full of thousands of people and lives that i don't really want to know i get bored so bored of meeting the same people and seeing the same things i come to the Tower and as i look out at the view the farthest thing i can see is the mountains on every side of me everywhere i turn there they are: the mountains trapping me keeping me here in this place holding me captive in this valley but not for long someday i will be free i will travel the world and see more than the mountains i will climb them tear them down and overcome all of my fears someday i will leave this valley and my special place will be nothing more than a memory a reminder of who i used to be
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
The Tower
there's a place i know it's on top of a hill there's a tower and a field and a view to die for whenever i am sad or lonely or upset in any way the tower the view the field all comfort me relax me remind me how to breathe i come to my special place and look out at my favorite view and i can see everything and nothing all at once i see everything i can see the entire valley i see nothing because a valley is all i see this valley is full of thousands of people and lives that i don't really want to know i get bored so bored of meeting the same people and seeing the same things i come to the Tower and as i look out at the view the farthest thing i can see is the mountains on every side of me everywhere i turn there they are: the mountains trapping me keeping me here in this place holding me captive in this valley but not for long someday i will be free i will travel the world and see more than the mountains i will climb them tear them down and overcome all of my fears someday i will leave this valley and my special place will be nothing more than a memory a reminder of who i used to be
cassandra-rose
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
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