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A dark door Pich with deceit Secured under a lock A different key for every secret A key for a lie Too tiring to close A slip to burst open Skeletons piled high Past spread wide
I took a look over the edge and slipped I fell into an oblivion The fall did not just puncture my bones but hurt a few hearts in the process   They told me everything would be okay but they all left
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