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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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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
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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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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
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