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
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