Life is a mountain and I’m falling down.
Tumbling to my death.
I almost welcome it.
The climb had been harsh. Treacherous. Bitter. Brutal.
I never reached the summit. Didn’t even get close.
I just couldn’t go on in the face of such heaviness.
And so. I. Let. Go.
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