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Closed Doors, and Burnt

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I thought we could go back... back to the way things were.
But... These doors are shut, closed like the Gates of Oblivion!
Forever they will be closed.
Who could have fortold?

Never will these locks be broken...
I tried to pick them.
Never will these webs be unraveled...
I tried to rip them.

These doors are closed, and barred...
Unreached from both sides.
These walls can't be broken...
Like these lies seemingly spoken...

Our fate is untold.
Though sealed...
You say... Why so bold? SO COLD?!
I yield! I yield!

Now I am alone...
Caught in the middle of this field.
Why do I damage you?
I don't want to be hurt! I put up this shield.

My defenses backfire...
I caused the drought...
Yes I ended it...
I put the fire out.

I never wanted to hurt you.
I really didn't.
Please... don't hate me.
My fate is now told, I lose.

Nothing good lasts forever.
Is it not true?
Now I guess... It will remain unknown.
For this world of ours hasn't had a chance to be grown...
It has BURNED, just like all of your letters... I made sure!
Now we can go back. NEVER!

I can only wish you the best...
We can't even be friends.
You hate me now.
I guess this is really how it ends.
Well here goes! A poem I just wrote for my ex. Of course she complains about me never noticing her poems and I actually commented on them, yet she doesn't even notice mine. Oh well I guess. Its confusing I know. I guess its like my mind. I'm new to this. Tell me what you think, and what it means to you please!
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