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Today was bomb haha I think I shall slowly swear off coffee again!
THE DOOR
Hard wood, splinterless.
Metal knob, cold and strong.
I couldn't reach it at an early age;
I sang a song, a hopeful song
that one day I could explore past this cage.
Roots of wisdom held me firm,
branches of bravery stretched me tall;
I stood grounded, hands now able
to reach the cold hard knob
with no doubt, expecting no fall.
So it opened.
Out gushed a mess of what
inexplicable, indefinite whirl
of minions monsters mangled
into a face of troubles, of doubt
and uncertainty.
I slammed it shut.
Roots loose, branches dwindled,
set apart in this war
of what's to be and what's not to.
I shall set a lock on it.
One day, someday
I might come across that key.
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