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Climb


There is a mountain if front of every one of us when we are born, Each one a different size, Your shoes will get worn, your clothes will be torn, But you must get to the top to reach the prize. Some hikes will be easy, they will come with rope and climbing shoes, Others will be full of obstacle like jagged rocks and bad news. For some it will be a fun journey and others they will want to quit, But you can’t give up, just use some tools like your wit and grit and I promise you will make it. Everyone’s mountain will have some snow, some sun, and some rain, Not one person can avoid the stress, and love and pain. Everyone can reach the top, it will just take a lot of effort and time, It will be worth it at the end, so whatever you do, don’t stop telling yourself to “Climb”.
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