It seems the door is always there
But I'm not always sure just where
Sometimes I see it's open wide
Easy access to the other side
Then it's slammed shut in my face
I'm denied the right to that beautiful place
When the door is closed everything is dark
No light in my life no joy in my heart
My soul is empty why should I care
I even forget that the door is there
What did you think
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it's just a matter of finding it again ... and the effort makes all the difference
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