i just had to be at the door
i fear to walk that street again.and to read the name.
and to be at the door.
i fear to discover that i still want to see
the books, the teddy by the window,
to be inside that door.
still i went, read the name,
and stared at fear in the face.
but i only saw myself and no one else
standing by the door. though
i am glad i did it because now i know.
not anymore. no never again
to be at nor inside that door.
thank you candy :)
listening to: myself yawn
this is marc's version of the truth, sometime at 11:46 PM
if you can't live with it, he can.
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i don't think that that door was truly open in the first place. because if it was, then you didn't even have to face those demons lurking in there (last night). though i am glad that you did. you can only be stronger by facing them.
moving on....
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