Knock, knock, knock
You pull, you push
You turn the knob
Left and right
It is not your door
You found a key
Along the journey
You insert the key
You try and try
It is not your door
You found more doors
You get excited
Maybe this one
Maybe that one
It is not your door
You are tired searching
The door for your key
You feel defeated
You feel ashamed
It is not your door
Then you found a door
You look at the key
Without trying one more
You accepted that
It is not your door
But you dont know that
You have found it
That this is the key
To open this door
That this is your door
Written by : Puspha Jeyapergasam
30.05.2019
Miss Pushpa writes... 
This is deep! I hope you’ve been taking care of yourself, beautiful 🙂
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I am taking care of myself, especially my mind. 😊
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You still seem really upset! I know you dont like to show it, Pushpa! But I can feel it. You hide a lot behind your smile, but I promise you that one day you’ll smile truly oh so much! You’re beautiful! Take care 🙂
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I started to feel better when I actually focused in writing. I would be lying if I say I’m totally ok but I hope with time, things will get better. 🙂
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Writing does help you heal 🙂
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Yes, indeed. 🙂
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Write your heart out! And know that if you ever need someone to talk to, i’ll always be around 🙂
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Thank you. You are being kind to me. 😀 I do feel better with your kind words. Feel like someone understand me. Haha… Tq
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Haha, I guess i do! A li! 🙂
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