I am scared.<\/p>\n
I stand on the edge of the precipice and look down at the foaming, frothing sea.<\/p>\n
I want to jump and spread out my wings and soar.<\/p>\n
Yet, I am terrified.<\/p>\n
What if I crash and burn?<\/p>\n
What if I fall on the jutting, jagged rocks that lie below?<\/p>\n
What if I stay where I am and wilt and wither?<\/p>\n
What if I become a petrified statue of ‘I wish I should have’?<\/p>\n
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I am scared. I stand on the edge of the precipice and look down at the foaming, frothing sea. I want to jump and spread out my wings and soar. Yet, I am terrified. What if I crash and burn? What if I fall on the jutting, jagged rocks that lie below? What if I … <\/p>\n