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By Cwm

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Fifty-three stories, above the ground, I cringe at the thought, of me falling, in pure horror, to the bottom of hopeless death. Heart racing, at an estimate, of 180 beats a minute... Sweat coverig my eyes, drenched all over my body. Nausea consumes my body, I want to vomit, I just want to end this tormenting, fall to end!!! At last, the empire-state tour, is over! What seemed an eternity, was really only two mintutes. I brushed it off, took a deep breath, and prepared, for the next, tour,another fifty-three floored, building, I wanted to conquer. ~CWMWho's not afraid of heights? Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 10:05 AM PST   0 • 9

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