A closed door within the heart,
All the worries and doubt locked in it,
The hate and anger cloaks within them,
Once locked tight now its loosen,
Life hyprocisy weakens the hinge,
Waiting for the last moment,
When the final push occur,
Gushing out the contents,
Blackens the heart and shrouded the mind,
Yet I shall not lose,
To ensure the door will always lock tight,
For it can never be closed twice
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