Trying
I tried
Acceptance is the key
To the lock on the door
The one painted red
On the house down the street
It's a key understanding
Why the door is shut
Closing off the world
And everybody else
It's the key to you
So you said to look for it
And I tried and tried
Really I did
I looked in my heart
And my head
And my soul
But you had taken it
And lied
...Saturday 30th September 2023 4:43 pm
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