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it was the front door that was always open

the playroom door that was always closed

to block the noises of children

who did not know what trouble and hardship was

who did not know what it felt like to be left behind

or have your heart broken

i want to get on my hands and knees

in the dusty gravel crawl space

look in the dark

find who i was

before i became afraid of risking, loving, living