Keep working on
Getting over
The fear of
Getting everything
You ever dreamed of
Falling short
Seems more comfortable
Than rising up
There's a strange familiarity
To giving up
Why wonder?
Why worry
About a tomorrow
So bright
You'd shield
Your eyes
When you could choose
To hide
Again and again
In half lived todays
With no foreseeable end
Choking on
The brittle solace of
"It probably
Wouldn't
Have been
That great..."
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