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                                                                                                       Doors
                                                                                                          By
                                                                                                       Gabe Sauers

lets go into this hallway of doors watchout for holes in the floors hanging nails are numbers on doors half of a six and an upside down three but the outside isnt

important its not what we've come for what we've come for is inside. inside number eight there used to be a little girl went to school half a block away she was an artist

but her world was gray she grew up and she moved away dropped out of highschool tried drugs just too be cool now she lives on the street and behind this door there

are shattered dreams and missing thoughts lets move down the hall way and try another door behind the plastic black eleven used to be a little boy he brought his

mother unparalelled joy to all he knew he was a good little boy he turned thirteen and he joined a gang wanted to be a doctor to help others now he cant even help

himself and behind this door are faded memories and tainted joys lets move down the hallway and try another door her lived a young man his family sold everything to

get him to college he never made it too the first day hit by a stray bullet in a gang fight he died on his way too the hospital crying for his family and behind this door is

great potential the world never saw and altered realitys lets move down the hallway and try another door broken windows dusty floors views of the past spray painted

pictures and bullet holes uf you waste your life you'll never know what could have been was that your destiny too live in misery everyone can be something stay clean

and try to make it through each day


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