I wish I could walk through doors that change everytime I enter. Then maybe it would make sense, my emotions are like different doors, you never know what is on the other side. But be careful of which ones you open. I hate having this sense of fragility. Everyone I meet I feel like I need to give them a book of my life to read hoping just maybe one of them will understand and it would be ok.
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