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For years I climbed-Up that steep hill of mine

So many tortures-And so many cores

Eventually I thought-That I had reach the tip

Only to realize-It was only a dip

I looked to the sky-And saw the million miles left

The tears sprouted-As I sat down on the soil

How could I ever make it-That hill became a mountain

That would never be able to hike-It's worse than Mount Everest

I looked all around me- Saw many other moutains

I noticed then how simple mine was- How difficult others

Why did I think mine was so hard- Why was I so selfish

We'll never know these answers- But I hope you one day learn