My closets full of skeletons,
That I could never bare,
I'm staring in the face of change,
But I can't help but blink,
I shy away from opportunity,
Risks I do not take,
What's the point in trying,
I'll come across a fake,
If I tried to make anew,
I'd never end up winning,
And on my death bed I will say,
Life is wasted on the living.
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