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THE GATE


THE GATE THAT GUARDS THE PATH THAT LEADS INTO MY HEART. IT WAS STRONG AND SHINY AT THIS JOURNEY'S START.

ALONG THE PATH I PLANTED FLOWERS, AND I TENDED IT CAREFULLY. IN PREPARATION FOR THE DAY THAT YOU WOULD COME VISIT ME.

WHEN YOU ARRIVED IT WAS OUTSTANDING. A WONDERFUL PLACE TO BE. THE GATE STOOD WIDE OPEN, THE PATH WAS IN FULL BLOOM, MY HEART WAS FULL OF JOY, AND FOR MORE LOVE, THERE WAS NO ROOM.

YOU LIVED THERE WITH ME IN MY HEART, IT WAS SPRINGTIME EVERY DAY. THEN CAME THE MOMENT WHEN YOU WENT AWAY. I WATCHED AS YOU WALKED OUT OF MY HEART, DOWN THE PATH, THROUGH THE GATE, AND THEN AWAY.

YOU WOULD NOT TURN BACK THOUGH I BEGGED YOU TO STAY.

I STILL LIVE INSIDE MY HEART, ALTHOUGH IT'S WINTER HERE ALWAYS NOW. THE FLOWERS ALL HAVE DIED. I USED TO CARE. BUT, NOW I DON'T KNOW HOW.

THE PATH THAT ONCE WAS LOVELY, NOW HAS WEEDS ALONG IT'S SIDES. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER FOR NO ONE WILL WALK INSIDE.

THE GATE STANDS LOCKED FOREVER. I THREW AWAY THE KEYS. IT GUARDS A PATH TO NOWHERE ANYONE CARES TO BE.

IT IS BENT FROM THE PAIN AND RUSTED FROM THE TEARS. BUT I BELIEVE ITS STRONG ENOUGH TO LAST MY FINAL YEARS. 



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