A door are closing
maybe it will never open again
well not in a long time
the wind is rough
even though i can feel the air through my face
i cant breath
i get no air
like a waterdrop become a ocean
My thoughts becoming a storm
a storm i cant ride through
noone can solve it
behind closed doors
release me from captivity
dreams are fading away
if you give up your dreams
you give up your self
you give up love
By Therese Nilsson
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