Paralyzed to learn that we booked skydiving
I would have to get out of it somehow
My mind struggled to find a way to accept it
A way that I could create a certainty
Fly up with no fear
And jump out like an eager moron
proving my incredible bravery
Manhood intact
Thirst for adventure
yet none of it was true
Heights grip me with terror
Pure vertigo overdose
The one that feels like a fate worse than death
That tickles the palms of my hands
and the soles of my feet
with ruthless disequilibrium
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