Doors

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Breaking down walls that imprison me,

Building doors so other can see,

the shattered pieces of misery.

They take those pieces and put them together,

trying to make a whole of what can never be.

They put me back together,

one piece at a time,

slowly

slowly

slowly

sadness starts to leave my mind.

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