Mountains rise up above, I try and stand.
Mountains are strong and big, I'm weak and small.
I try so hard to be good, mountains just are.
Looking at them is awe inspiring, lookat at me is sickening.
I love being outdoors but I am mocked by the mountains.
I look to the mountains for hope,
that one day I'll rise up big, strong, and tall.
That will take years.
Mountains aren't formed in days.
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