they say when one door closes, another one opens.
so why am i standing outside the first door?
screaming, crying, begging...
leaving claw marks on the hinges.
why do i stand beside it with a crowbar, attempting to pry it back open over and over again?
its like im trying to prove to everyone that i am not weak.
i can get this door open.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
they say when one door closes, another one opens.
so why am i standing outside the first door?
screaming, crying, begging...
leaving claw marks on the hinges.
why do i stand beside it with a crowbar, attempting to pry it back open over and over again?
its like im trying to prove to everyone that i am not weak.
i can get this door open.
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