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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 damn door won't let them in so I'm lying here again

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itsAWildWorld

American

For You?

Written by

itsAWildWorld

American

Published: Mar 31, 2014
LinesWords: 1065

Notes: trust seclusion life depression

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