The Door

I want to leave.
There's the door,
but it feels out of reach.
No matter how fast I run
or how hard I try,
I just can't seem to reach it.
I stop. I look to the left.
Then I look to the right
and try with all my might,
make it to the door and burst through,
getting that feeling of relief,
just to find out
I'm back to where I started,
with the door in front of me
that's out of reach.

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