The version of world you see and I've been through, tell me love
Why is it so different from what i see and you breath into.

Keeping up with life charades is like wearing an unfit shoe.
It has to be undone or you'll suffer everytime anew.

Even with all of everything,
and maybe some out of nothing,
there's something amiss.
The knocking on closed doors,
the hoping for just a little more,
the crying unknowingly,
the wanting... so so much desperately...
all signs of still holding on or should i just say it out loud,
I'm just too scared to move on.

Yours
The One Who Finds Himself On A Closed Door Every Time
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