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Description
We Push open Doors lost to long
Ago from when they used to seem to
Farmiliar to us.
Now Just the remnants of our long
Forgotten story,began so long ago,
(Will it end very soon?)
We have to push the doors open now,
When younger the doors to our imagination
Where left open for us, Now just a figure of speech.
To many poems written, all faded out now.
We now have to reach harder for the words
We're trying to grasp to describe on how to
Tell people our deepest wishes and desires.

To laboured and tired to even care anymore,
On how people will see me in the next few years.
Hurt from long ago, It still hurts, Memories, So long and Farewell.
(Written poems on that too)
Just wishing memories would leave us that fast, sometimes
I think it would be better not to remember.
Now straining even harder to open the doors that
Will lead us to the future reality, this sad thing I call my life.

Description
We Push open Doors lost to long
Ago from when they used to seem to
Farmiliar to us.
Now Just the remnants of our long
Forgotten story,began so long ago,
(Will it end very soon?)
We have to push the doors open now,
When younger the doors to our imagination
Where left open for us, Now just a figure of speech.
To many poems written, all faded out now.
We now have to reach harder for the words
We're trying to grasp to describe on how to
Tell people our deepest wishes and desires.

To laboured and tired to even care anymore,
On how people will see me in the next few years.
Hurt from long ago, It still hurts, Memories, So long and Farewell.
(Written poems on that too)
Just wishing memories would leave us that fast, sometimes
I think it would be better not to remember.
Now straining even harder to open the doors that
Will lead us to the future reality, this sad thing I call my life.