a door,
locked and bolted,
upon admission,
a key proffered,
now in reach,
a door slowly unlocked,
Fear,
Pain,
and Misery,
slowly pouring out,
into a brand new world, and a new path,
like Hesse's Siddhartha,
with a light at the end,
of a tunnel of memories,
and happiness at its end.
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