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Jun 2013
I stumble into the hall of doors
And I hear the door behind me close harshly
Where am I supposed to go now?
I feel like wallowing in my tears
But I hear a voice say, "Get up, and follow me."
So I follow the voice down the hall
Looking at each door, recognizing some, others brand new to me
Till I come to a pearly white door opened all the way
And the voice says "Go on. I'll see you when you return once more."
Samantha
Written by
Samantha  America
(America)   
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   Timothy and AJ
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