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How long must I carry on this charade?! I could end it now! My brain chooses not to... I'm torn apart between this unclear prideful life, and what lies behind the doors. I knock and knock and knock endlessly, and not a clue still of what lies behind a single door. There's a gate, a gate wide open and unguarded, but it's so far beyond lines and lines of closed doors.. Yet so apparent to the naked mind, all naked minds!
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
The Charade
How long must I carry on this charade?! I could end it now! My brain chooses not to... I'm torn apart between this unclear prideful life, and what lies behind the doors. I knock and knock and knock endlessly, and not a clue still of what lies behind a single door. There's a gate, a gate wide open and unguarded, but it's so far beyond lines and lines of closed doors.. Yet so apparent to the naked mind, all naked minds!
revin
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Saudi
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
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