The Door

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THE DOOR

The wind brushes against my cheeks

As I stand on the rock hard asphalt

The chills I'm getting are just getting started.

As I walk up to the treacherous door,

I'm feeling brave.

But in a moment,

It will be gone

And I will leave 

Again.

I push forward.

Too many times

Have I done this

Yes,

I have done this many times.

I should know the outcome, 

But the door 

It's shining with fear

And worry

And risk. 

No,

I will open the door

I will unlock the secrets behind it 

Because even though I am frightened

I must face the fears 

In front of me 

Because that door 

is my 

Future.

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