My pedistool is about to reach the clouds, Sir,
and Im afraid of a rapid descend into despair,
upon the slightest disappointment.
Therefore, I humbly ask,
please do not boost me all the way up here,
if theres an intending possibility
my seat may disappear out from under me.
Being that, if i were to unexpectantly fall from this steep descent,
i just might not make it.
For I am a passenger on the rise,
whos without a parachute,
and descending form this altitude,
may forever be the ruins of me.
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