The Climb

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I climb the endless stairs, making my way to the moon. No one, can stop me, I will be free. As each step takes me closer, I surrender to the desire. Why am I doing this? As I make the climb- I wonder why? They tell me to give it up, but I want to make it. I will, every step- every step, I take, I’m closer. I am. As I climb.

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