the view from the top is not the same as that from the bottom where have you gone? i ran over others on the way up and now i am alone the war fought within is not winnable because i don't know who's in it and then i realize i treated all of you like shit on a stick to get where i am today the mountain that i scaled, bloodying my hands on the way up seems to sting my hands, im injured i refused love, i fought sentimentality and now i have no one my ambition cost me my love for others and i am at the top of the mountain but up there alone.Birth sign: Aries
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