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May 2020
There’s the door
Closed, of course
I stand in front of it
With my hand hovering
Just above the doorknob
My hand grips it, then stops
My mind hesitates
To open the door
I step back, breathing in relief
Tomorrow, I’ll open the door
Yes, tomorrow I’ll do it
I’ll wait until tomorrow
Rey Clarence Naya
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Rey Clarence Naya  19/M
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