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Fear of Heights |
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Fear of Heights |
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When I was in
South Dakota this summer, I stood over the Black Hills. I stood close to the edge, My dad was five feet away. Looking down the rocky chasms, Wind in my face, You could only see down 700 feet. The Hills were jagged rock, Sharp as knifes, Blistering sun, People come and go with each passing minute. Looking down the neck of fear. |
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