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I was given keys to expose my pain

One for every day of the week

I had seven keys on my chain Made of silver, gold, and zinc

These keys would unlock the past

Each one opened my soul

All the secrets I had locked away

The ones that caused a hole

Every time 1 used a key

In the doors I wished stayed closed

My secrets exposed for all to see Made me closer to feeling whole

The seven keys on my chain

Each one of them had a name Fear, guilt, denial, and shame Regret, embarrassment, and pain

There was a door for every key That I slowly began to open

One at a time they would set me free

Only when I did expose them