Where is the door
Is it really there
Through it I will come out
Trapped I am inside a den
Of jealousy and hatred
What is the cost
I am ready to pay
Who will show me the way
It is suffocating here
With putrid smell of blood
Oozing from walls
There is no window
To open and call someone
A passerby with a bouquet of
Roses spilling fragrance of love
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