Written by Emily Harstone | May 24, 2017
The never ending walk of shame
She knew it had to end.
Your guide the blue light is.
My secrets stayed behind the doors.
All these doors I never opened.
Behind every door dark secrets dwell.
Behind which door is my assassin?
Behind each door, a different story.
The hallway of memories beckons me.
Exit right or walk on down?
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The never ending walk of shame
She knew it had to end.
Your guide the blue light is.
My secrets stayed behind the doors.
All these doors I never opened.
Behind every door dark secrets dwell.
Behind which door is my assassin?
Behind each door, a different story.
The hallway of memories beckons me.
Exit right or walk on down?