Heights Pt. 2
Ever since I was little, I've been petrified of heights.
The fear of falling made my mind panic and my body shake.
However, I finally made it to the highest point I could've ever imagined.
As I stood there, being both terrified and inspired by my surroundings, I came across you.
You, with your tornado-like tendencies and pain-filled eyes.
You pulled me in, even when I knew I was at the edge.
And that day, my worst fears became a reality.
Because falling is every bit as horrifying as I'd imagined, especially when it's for you.
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