I don’t want my frail, bony body to crash against the rocks anymore; smashing to smithereens and breaking my dream of success. I want my parachute to open this time, so I may float down gently; not landing with a solid thud. I grow weary of the high walls before me; and all the tries to climb, scale, and jump over these towering stones. Yes, I grow tired, disheartened and sad. I don’t want to
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