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RE: Waiting for a knock (original poetry)
When one door closes another one opens but thinking about the beautiful memory that you shared makes you keep on asking yourself what went wrong.
When one door closes another one opens but thinking about the beautiful memory that you shared makes you keep on asking yourself what went wrong.
Nothing and everything :)
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