For the first time in a long time ‘Dammit’ doesn’t stab me in the soul

My heart is an open door
One that cannot lock anymore
Chalk white with shards of stained glass
Pink and blue and green as grass
The colors spew forth a kaleidoscope
I study it incessantly, searching for hope
My heart is an open door
Do I dare to knock on yours?

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