I never know why she did It, back when I thought I knew but
didn't, drawn in then by her wide eyes and crooked mouth, these days it doesn't
matter; she is on her way out the door, a shock; I expected her to keep
climbing, she a few steps short of falling off, life gets slippery near the top,
her fingers already bleeding, nails cracked from clawing to get what she thinks
she deserves, yet I know not what transpired, when I was The Rock she needed to
climb over, one of many stepping Stones; exactly why she decides to stop to get
off now, to move on to some other clump of rocks, I cannot say, blaming herself
for not being good enough, strong enough to keep climbing, halting just shy of
the peak, perhaps not liking what she sees there
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