The door to freedome

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I walked down the hall.

My hand gripping the paper.

Every footstep closer to freedome.

My heart pounding.

Reading numbers on doors.

Breathing hard.

Staring at it.

Apartment 678

Wavering in front of the door.

Staring at wood door.

Hand in mid air.

Lowering on it.

Landing it on the door.

Knocking.

Knocking.

Waiting.

Waiting.

And waiting.

No answer.

Defeated amd scared turning away.

But

Click.

I breathe in and gasp

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