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Sliding down the side of a mountain

Accelerating through trees at high speed,

Dodging, weaving, panting, breathing

Never knowing when and where it will all end,

And whether I will survive this or die

Sometimes I think this is a mirror of my life,

One thing though I know to be right

That even when I climb back up to the full mountain’sains height,

There will be a time when I fall once more

And my end of days will finally come, for that is universal law.