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Sep 2024
It never occurred to me
That is was a door–
Not a wall
At all.
It’s something I can’t unsee:
The door’s not a wall anymore.
Though physically,
This can be;
Why can’t my life be full of doors
Instead of dead ends on every floor?
Written by
Jia En  13/F/Singapore
(13/F/Singapore)   
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