we are the stuff dreams are made on

Sep 28, 2008 23:36

I'm climbing up a rocky mountain with no shoes.
i am the leader of the group and all of those i have ever loved are behind me.
everyone of those people expect and want me to go in a different direction.
I start to sweat and second guess myself; considering the suggestions but also listening to my own heart. i just want to please all those behind me and want them to love me as much as i love them..
higher we climb.blood,sweat,tears. we reach the top. but everyone including myself is miserable.
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