When I woke up

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My eyes are having trouble adjusting to the inky blackness, as I feel around the room for something to grab my hand brushes against a button. I press it. The room explodes with light blinding me for a few seconds. After I regain my vision I look around. To my right there is a door. To my left there is a door, behind me, a door and in front of me, a table with a small chair, piece of paper and a pencil. The walls are simple and white, the floor a light concrete, cold under my bare feet. My shoes. Where the heck are my shoes? I think as I pad across the small room to the table. After settling in the chair I notice a note laid out next to the pencil and paper so I read it:
*Kimberly. Stay calm, you are safe. For now. As you will have noticed, there are 3 doors, whichever door you pick will determine your fate. Answer my riddles to help you through, or you may find. It will be the end for you.. Now hurry up child, you don't want to be late.
My first riddle you need to unwind will help you escape depending on what you find. Examine each door,  remember to use your heart, then, you will be able to truly make a start.*

< yo, yo, so I decided to start a new story, sorry if I don't publish often but I'm writing this off the top of my head, these riddles will be fun tho.. enjoy >

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