I climb up as fast as I can without losing footing. Despite this, I slip on one and drop a few feet down before regaining grip. With a deep breath, I start back up again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I slid down a little and feel my hands burn a little. I laugh and head back up. I foot slids off and I am hanging a good thirty feet above the air. I hoist myself back and smile once I am okay.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile at him and roll my eyes. "Because I know you." I say. I the mist of my talking, my legs gets caught in a rope. My other foot loses grip and I grunt, struggling.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh