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The door


I open up, I close 

I open my portal to who knows ,

the Sky seems so low,

but the sea seems to be beneath me,

i ask myself who am I to become 

I run in and out of doors my whole life,

For what do I fight?

decisions, decisions, decisions 

I can’t decide

do I open the door to heaven ?

do I open the door to hell?

who can tell

i am safe, for now,

in my closed door town

beneath my fears and distant from my crowd

i can’t decide 

what is wrong or right

who am I?

do I get to decide?

 

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