The Door
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synthaspide A free bird in this cruel world.
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Everything is the same as before I'm staring at the wooden door

The Door

by SynthaSpide

Everything is the same as before

I'm staring at the wooden door

Too afraid to go inside

Yet can't keep it out of my mind

I put my ear against it

But I only hear my heart's ticking

Which reminds me of this life I'm living

Full of silly dreams and stupidity

Then I hear a voice in my head

Saying that I'm not yet dead

And I should leave before it's too late

Because behind the Door of Hope, nothing awaits.

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