And it's the thin line that differentiate both sides.
I've climbed over once and made my way back
Over the wall of mighty heights.
I've walked flights of stairs,
With needles poking out of the steps.
Getting to the door knob was never easy.
But once it's reached and opened
It's the glory of the century..
You said it.
But it's never truth enough, the word is enough here.
And believe me, because I've been there.
So trust me.
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