A Thousand Doors

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I am in a room full of thousands of doors

Thousands of options

Thousands of routes



Yet I cannot leave this room

Nor pass through a single door



Because each is locked

and though I hold the keys

I cannot find them



It may seem nice at first,

Peaceful in this solitary place

But the longer I stay

the more this dungen creeps into my soul



I know there is a way out

But I'll never find it



Not ever

Author's Notes/Comments: 

you can do anything you want... hurry, quick, quick,..whats your answer?

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