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When you’re finally alone, standing at the summit-- got the money you bled for with pockets full of gold-- but the air is thin and no one climbs beside you, what the hell do you call that?
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
Independence or Loneliness?
When you’re finally alone, standing at the summit-- got the money you bled for with pockets full of gold-- but the air is thin and no one climbs beside you, what the hell do you call that?
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
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