The Return of Happiness

It was all lost
The ideas and all inside.
I worried for the night
That it would soon come to an end.
As the door flew open,
It let in all the light.
The scars left behind had been right.

Walking past the door
I saw no one was there.
Not a soul looked at me,
But I felt that someone cared.
Relief, was much needed
Staring back through the door,
I acknowledged the presence of more

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