I try to scale the mountain of your betrayal. The higher I go the more treacherous it all becomes. My only goal in life now is to get over it. My fingers begin to freeze up, my eyes start to see things that aren’t there, your innocence. I brush my doubts to the side as I climb higher. I’ve come this far, I can’t die here, alone, afraid and cold. The storm of my emotional turmoil just keeps getting worse as I struggle to push my self up higher to the next portion of this impossible mountain. Frostbite settles in, your numb thoughtless exchanges with me getting more painful as this relationship goes on. How long can I go on? How long can you do all this behind my back? I’m worthless you say and that almost made me slip and fall to my death. My emotional storm grows ever stronger now as I approach the tip of the summit, but I’m too exhausted and cold to go on. I only want to sleep in the soft snow and remain in pure bliss. I want to rest my eyes for just a second and … . . . . .
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