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i wished it wasn't hard to
open the doors.
i wished it was easy to
open the doors.
i wish i could just flip
the pages and
open the doors.
but every time i do,
they bang the door,
offend my space,
and make me overthink.
'cause every time i do,
i cry at four,
stain my face,
and leave me at the brink.
every. single. time.
i.
open the doors.
but. no. one.
congratulated. me.
when. i.
open the doors.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
