Falling

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Please don't let me fall.
My fear of hights.
Has nothing to do with distance.
From the top to the bottom.
But the distance between.
My heart to there's.
I am begging you.
Don't let me fall.

I say this in the mirror.
Every morning before I see you.
In hopes that I will listen.
And beg myself to hear what I say.
But then I hear your voice.
Or smell your favorite perfume.
Or feel your touch and it's like.
I have no fear of falling.

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