I approached a door that led to a place
That no one had been to in five hundred years.
The sweat dripped slowly down my face
And the noises played on my fears.
I opened the door, and to my surprise
There was nothing but a brick wall.
The map I had followed was nothing but lies.
There was no treasure. Nothing at all.
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aw, thank you :]
I love this poem too... I remember it from your last blog you deleted. or was it on your Pandora? I don't remember haha I never go on pandora to talk to people anymore.
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