June 22, 2010
The Mountains Speak To Me. A Soft Breeze Becomes Their Voice. I Hear Their Melencholy Whispers Beg Me To Be Thier Friend. The Only Thing Keeping Me From Their Rocky Ledges Are These Vines. Strong As Steal Cables, And As Frigid As Ice, They Keep Me Rooted To The Ground Miles Away. I Pull And Tug And Even Try To Slice Their Icy Grasp Away, But They Won't Break. Through All 16 Years Of My Life They've Never Released Me. This Fear Has Always Been Here...
What If They Never Release Me?

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