Behind Closed Doors

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"Behind closed Doors"

Behind the door, stands a scared young manm who's afraid to live a life of freedom. He stands waiting on a helping hand, but the grudge in his heart is to heavy. I often cry, and make excuses, but inside I'm still scared and lonely.

Behind the door, he's judge by my size. He's often judge by his weight, which makes him cold and bitter. I stand alone in life, because of the shame and hurt I have endured. Life has nothing to often, but a ticket to pain.

Behind the door, I'm the young man full of destiny. I'm the angel that stands in the dark, waiting on change. Behind the door, my size isn't a problem, but instead I'm the heart of the people.





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