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How does something become a habit? Maybe by losing the excitement it once brought you, Through it's repeated use... At least partly, But why would you submit yourself to this? To a Fate of watching what you love die out Slowly, Much like losing a loved one from old age. A Fate of one day waking up On yet another one of your disturbed nights And realising why things are this way Realising all that you've lost... because you were afraid of heights. So go on now that you know change nothing. blame your fear Forget and Avoid what you don't want to hear But know that the truth will always be near. Ignore it if you may And move on Find ano