Skeletons In The Closet Analysis

If we overhear someone talking about skeletons in the closet, they may not necessarily be discussing a collection of bones. Instead, they may be referring to secretive skeletons from the past, hidden deep in the dark closets of the mind. They go out of their way to conceal them, knowing if divulged they could cause pain, humiliation by embarrassing or destroying an otherwise unblemished reputation, even ruining lives forever. When we say, "I have skeletons in my closet" that’s our way of saying, "I’m not telling you about my past escapades, it might change your opinion of me,” or simply "I’ll protect my secrets and they can never come back to bite me.”
Without a doubt, everyone has skeletons hidden in the dark closet of their mind and known only to them. Just the same, every family has them in their closet. It would no doubt shock us if we knew what our neighbors were hiding in their

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