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30,000 feet below

as I fall I don’t know where I go.

It’s like searching but I can’t stop,

Soon I’ll hit the floor or I’ll go pop.

Everything around me gets darker and darker,

While the pressure gets harder and harder.

As I wonder who would need eyes down here?

Then again what I can’t see I can only fear.

Why did this voyage begin?

I must be paying for some grave sin.

Even though I’m all alone I know I’m not,

If only I could end this with one gun shot.