Afraid of the Fall
I'm afraid of the fall, not the ground.
I'm used to being on the ground, hitting the ground.
It's the fall.
The further I set myself up, the harder I fall.
I keep setting myself higher and higher each time I fall,
Thinking maybe,
"This time I won't fall."
But I always fall.
And that terrifies me.
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