I close my door because I want to forget, leave everything behind and waiting for me when I’m ready. Sometimes those things seep through the wood and come to me when I’m at my most vulnerable. I wish I can hide behind doors that never slip up, never forget, protect me, and always stay true; but we don’t live in a perfect world, I’m starting to realize this now, I have to learn to protect myself and learn to use that mask to cover up the light and show that I do have darkness inside, that I’m not all sunshine, more like clouds.
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