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The times I used to leer at the big red doors,

In school

And pray that someone, anyone would bust through

To take me eshew,

Is the way I think when I think of you.

I stare at the doors 

and imagine you there 

To free me from conventional cares, 

You would tell me anything I dreamt to hear 

and calm down this busy atmosphere.

But just like schooldays, 

Long and tedious, 

No one shows up to save me from the monotonous.

Staring now at bedroom doors,

I continue to wait another day,

For something more.