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Warning: If you have acrophobia, please refrain from reading this.
Nausea overcoming my body
As I watch the city
Thousands of feet below me
While dangling on the edge of a tower
I hear my heart palpitating
As I scream for help
Panic overcoming me
In pools of sweat
Breathing coming heavy
Trying to pull my body upward
But failing
Feeling my hands starting...
Starting to slip
I scream and screamed for somebody
Anybody to save me
But no one was there
Exhaustion taking over me
As tears roll down my cheeks
Crying out in pain
As my hands started to slip
Gripping with all the power that's left of me
Feeling my soul leaving my body
This is the end
Screams stuck in my throat
As I look up
Seeing the top of the tower
With wide eyes
The terror paralyzing me
As I fall and fall
And fall
And fall
Towards my death
...
I gasped
Pulling myself up on my bed
Trying to catch my breath
As I placed my head on my hands
Trembling
As I feel wetness on my back
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Catoptric Tristesse
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