Door

I shouldn't open the door

My impulses are fighting a war

I try to think of reasons to ignore

Shit, my hands on the knob

I'm sweating a fog

I kick my feet to fall

Now I'm leaning on the wall

My eyes shift towards the door

I tell myself that there will be no more

I storm out the room

But I'm back very soon

Back with my grip

I'm slowly turning it

Last second, I stop

Take a breath and I drop

And fall asleep like I'm not alive

Another day I survive

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