A Challenge
If you wanted to find my heart
You would have to find the door.
And the door would be made of words and ideas
That you would have no idea what they are good for.
So I suggest you leave me now
If you aren’t ready for a challenge
Full of traps, attachments, and strings
Because I guard the door too hard
And for that I know true peace
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