The Door

There is a door in front of me,
Once opened, I have to leave,
Plagued by fear, but dare I be,
Left forever wondering,
If beyond the door is better,
Than being an eternal debtor,
A future filled with uncertainty,
Haunted by my history,
Should I go, should I stay,
I'm unprepared to decide today,
But when I choose to step outside,
My worlds part, to form a Divide,
With no return, no bridge to take,
I fear I've made my worst mistake,
As hard as I try to change the past,
Sometimes choice are made to last.

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