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Mar 2014
I'm trying to unlock this door
but where's the key to happiness?
I'm just lying broken on this floor
and waiting for the pain to end;
but badly bruised and beaten down,
I've locked out my only friends.
I've tried so hard to look within
and find out how to make amends
but this **** door won't let them in
so I'm lying here again
trust seclusion life depression
Jen
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Jen  Rhode Island
(Rhode Island)   
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