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Jan 2014
Plucked into a room with multiple doors
They tell us to keep them all open
pick one door
They tell us
pick it now
In a sea of desperation
we see each door as an exit only
As if once a door is picked
there are no do overs
We can change our minds
but can we change our paths?
Because maybe the house
was made for us to explore
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hannah
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