Not ready to grow up

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As I stand upon the cliff and look at all below I begin to cower,
My body goes numb and my heart starts to race,
Filled only with fear and doubt.
I try to cry but nothing comes out.
I turn behind me yet no one is there.
I am completely alone.

They call it growing up,
Becoming part of society,
The time where you finally grow your wings and take off into the setting sun.
A new beginning.
So why is it so hard?
Why am I already wishing for the days long passed to return?
I guess its because I'm afraid,
Afraid to step off this cliff and into the abyss,
Forsaking and leaving behind all I know and love in the process.
I'm not ready,
Not ready to let go.

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