The Key


Hidden by shadows that I've created
like the Berlin Wall... not being able to look through.
A thousand minds, a million eyes...
seeing, wanting, lusting...
not knowing what to do.
A puzzle piece that has been missing ...
trying to find its rightful place...
problems, confidence, peace...
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truggles that do have a choice.
An ongoing obstacle with a lot of rides...
a river that flows and never ends...
trying to where to go...
always though...making amends.
To come out of the dark, and into life...
a matter that comes and goes...
to be ugly... to be beautiful....
forever, like a dead red rose.

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