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 It wasn’t merely a walk,  it was a journey.
 Behind every closed door, there was a story to tell.

I was about to write a story
when i see the doors closing.

But what’s the use of telling one
when the doors are now closed.

So i look for windows
and see some light

and learned that life
itself recreates its story.

A mistake will keep happening
until lessons are learned.

Every shut door tells a story,
even an open window creates a poetry.

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