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25 September 2006

alohomora me

behind these hundreds of closed doors

there i am

there is that one door

somebody opens that and i am free

beyond that one door is the real me

i can not tell you how to open it

because it's never been open before

i can not tell you what it looks like

because i've never been to the other side

i do not know how it came about

i only know it's been there for a long time

what's behind it

has never left

has never come out

everything seeps in

but never leaves