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Just to relive a moment as exhilarating as that one.
I would climb a thousand flights of stairs,
We were together, doing what we enjoyed the most.
Never really caring about reaching the top.
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed,
“Hahahaha, you guys are killing me here!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Fuck you Vega!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“But I’m Larino and I’m such a legitimate crybaby, waaaa!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Yo, I’m just asking a legitimate question!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Waaaa, waaaa! I’m Larino and I’m such a big crybaby!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Yo guys, you think we’ve got much left to go?”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Hahahahaha!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Yo Omar, you’re mad stupid bro!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Man, both of your moms can catch it!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Yeah, well I was with your mom last night, Vega!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“Yo James, your mom can catch it!”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
“God damn it! When will we reach the top?”
We climbed, we climbed, and we climbed.
About the Creator
Omar Gonzalez
When not busy with other professional endeavors, Omar spends his time thinking of ways to write about his life. Whether it is encounters with love, heartache, religion, or self-discovery, he has a poem or story for such an experience.
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