The door is closed.
It's completely shut.
Behind it is a sea full of emotions.
A sea full of truths.
An ocean filled to the brim with anger and sadness.
But it won't flow out.
Some of it leaks through.
But the door is closed.
To keep the emotions in.
To bottle up the truth.
To keep the inner demons at bay.
The door is locked.
The key is out of reach.
It's in the claws of an enemy whom i used to love.
It's in the palm of the one who blackmails my mind.
The door is breaking.
There's holes and scrapes against it.
I don't know how long it will hold.
Looking for a spare key to unlock it.
To let it out of its misery.
The door in my mind is closed.
And right now, its not quite safe to open.
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