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Climbing to the peak of the highest mountain. Taking in as much as I can of this dense air.
Seeing way beyond the fog.
You stood by and watched me crawl, only reached out your hand as I drowned. Saved me right before death with every reminder of it.
Now I soar, looking down on every star that seemed too far. Now I stay because I’m nice. Now I pocket all of your mistakes. I have broken the walls you so meticulously boxed me in with, now the future is infinite and I refuse to look back.