As I Climb (Completed)
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The world from my perspective is much different than the world from yours. I'm not going to assume that you see everything though rose coloured glasses, nor I am going to imagine that it looks like a desolate war ground. Although, I do know that we see the world differently.
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This piece is quite short and is more like a narrative/short story more than anything. I hope you enjoy it :)
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