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This journy seems to never end,
with myself as my only friend.
My speed declining,
at a steady pace.
My heart wanting to see,
the end of this race.
That was never about speed,
only pace.

I grasp the ledge,
its like all others,
pulling myself up.
Trying to cover,
as much space as possibal,
in my hurdal.
So I wont have to walk far,
to my next struggle.

I see the horision,
an infinity above me.
But so ever in reach.
Infinity I will breach.
Seven more above me,
one for each of my tragitys.
If I dont finish,
I swear it will be the end of me.

My heart racing,
beating hard inside of me.
Two more hights,
befor i fufill the prophecy.
One more step,
its hard to breath.
I through myself,
over the last reach.

Hahaha....
Im finally here.
I made it up the stairs.
I should have taken the elevatior...
How would I push the botton?
Being three inches tall,
Damn....
That would be a long fall.