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Doors don't slam, but they don't stay open.

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Doors don't slam,
but they don't stay open.
I tell my ceiling the secrets
I keep inside.
The black ink
falling on blue lines
spelling out silences between you and I.
My eyes are wide open,
but I cannot see the outside
because I am so lost on the inside.

You have shunned me to my room
So now my eyes, ears, mouth and heart have become hollow holes.
Unuseful and unhelpful.
I keep all to myself and
these walls surrounding me.
I only free myself to the pages of a bound book.

That is where the secrets whisper to me.
That is where the truth is hidden between the lines.
That is where there are no lies.
That is where my strength hides.

My door doesn't slam,
but it doesn't stay open.
Behind that door is all I am.
In this room is all I have become.
On these walls is all I want to be.
Open doors and open mine.
You'll find what lies behind
is just me.





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