Gone but never forgotten
In my walk only I see the only thing in front of me
A red door that leads my way to new opprotunities
As I leave I say bye while my mother starts to cry
Little people just like me, here for the same opprortuity
Little did they know that they would say goodbye to me
The little girl would grow out of me
Into the woman I am today
As I leave the red door of Mystery
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