New doors opening,
shutting old ones.
Old ones you wish to not remember.
Old ones that bring back horrible memories.
New ones open to new possibilities.
New ones can be shut,
without the words,
that keep us healed.
And not bleeding....
A contest entry
- I have too many Points..... by McRae by nature.
1200 points, ended November 28, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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"without the words,
that keep us healed.
And not bleeding...."
I really liked the way that you ended this piece.
Thanks,
Carrie

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wow, I like it its so good




