/lit/ - Literature

>>10969998
My feet are freezing while the rest of my body is heating. Am I bleeding? I can't even tell if my heart is still beating. But I still got to keep reaching. I got to go all the way, past the gold. To get there I got to be more brash, more bold. But how am I supposed to do that when everyone already saying I'm too cold? Their lies are creeping like a mold. All I can say is, when I finally reach the top, don't say you ain't been told.