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Close The Door
Close the door to all the pain
It will not help you.
Shut out all the rage
It will exhaust you.
Think your thoughts again
But try not to descend
Into turmoil.
Because you've so much to do
To ease your mind.
And how you'll do it
To decide.
And if you're going to begin
You can only do it
One thought at a time.
Friday 12th March 2021 5:34 am
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