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A dark door
Pich with deceit
Secured under a lock
A different key for every secret
A key for a lie
Too tiring to close
A slip to burst open
Skeletons piled high
Past spread wide
I took a look over the edge and slipped
I fell into an oblivion
The fall did not just puncture my bones
but hurt a few hearts in the process
They told me everything would be okay
but they all left
