My mind is the only open door,
the one place tha I can explore,
filled with thouths,
with always away to get in,
but why are all the doors around me closing,
I can only see little of what used to be,
the happy ligt seeps through of a fading memory,
I have no key to these closing doors around me.
the one place tha I can explore,
filled with thouths,
with always away to get in,
but why are all the doors around me closing,
I can only see little of what used to be,
the happy ligt seeps through of a fading memory,
I have no key to these closing doors around me.
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