She stares at her bedroom door.
The gateway and the only thing between her and everything she lives in fear of.
And she keeps it closed. Wishes it could lock. Wishes she could block the way for other beings and just keep it closed. Keep her inside and protected. Keep them away from her broken heart and wandering mind. Leave her to spin in her delusions and fall apart. To cry out in pain and wish it all away. All she wants is to keep the door closed. But somehow, they always open it up, and drag her out screaming.
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~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
