The Door

pain. Staining the very existence we grasp for

I hurts so much we’re never able to open the door

That door. the one that opens up new possibilities

The one that reshapes our habits and gives us new responsibilities

That door, the one named growth the one that changes our mind

The one allow us to change our self with time


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