_Two days—48 hours—2880 minutes—172800 seconds. It’s all the same._

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It feels like centuries before I finally broke the barrrier, digging my fingernails desperately into the cracked rock, climbing with no energy left. I couldn’t feel anything—numb with the piercing cold of winter, stinging everytime I moved. Every breath I’d take, my lungs came closer to collapsing—but I couldn’t give up. If needed, I’d hold on with my teeth. _Anything to see her again. _Hanging on by a string, I finally spotted it—a light at the end of the tunnel. I nearly sprinted, stepping out into the light, bathed by summers warmth once again.__

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