Number Eleven

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Running along the doors of the corridor

not knowing what each door is

so scared to open one of the doors

to know what is inside 

so lost in the doors of the corridor

waiting for him to open the door

seeing him lights up my day

he is my ray of lights

knowing him

he will open the right door for me 

from the other side

hearing my favourite song being played

from one of the doors

knowing which door to open

I opened the right door

seeing him I ran up to him and hugged him

knowing that I'm saved right next to him

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