nothing but a broken door.

February 2, 2010
By Yasmin BRONZE, Chelsea, Massachusetts
Yasmin BRONZE, Chelsea, Massachusetts
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I'm stareing at a broken door
nothing is holding me back anymore I'm sitting here alone
another moment has happened to pass me by,
and i see the dark clouds coming out again
i want to go right across the world
to the end of time,
across the storm to the blue.
Why cant Darkness feel like home,?
Take my hand,and we'll ride through the world together.
where he skies are blue,to the end of time .

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