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I created a world

where I would be happy 

without caring about what other people would think

It had a lock 

and the key was with you

At first you didn't know

and it would've been better that way

before you found out that the key fit my world's lock

because when you did figure it out

you barged through the gates

and destroyed everything in your path

and left without a word

No explanation

My world became tainted in black and blue

broken and needed repair

and so I ran away

How long would it take to fix it?

No one knows

Few weeks later I came back to the barren wasteland

I smashed the lock on the gates

Built a new one in place

Shut the doors with one extra lock

and started rebuilding my wonderland again

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