Mt. Everest

While the frigid air fills my lungs,
It's getting harder to keep fighting,
Myself and the storm,
But as i grasp my ropes tighter,
The adrenaline sparks from my soul,
And the gallantry of my lungs to breathe,
Uncovers my heriosm to live on.

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