threshold
part 2
here i stand.
my hand trembles as i reach out for the handle.
as it draws near my stomach knots and i pull back.
questions fill my mind.
so many ways to turn the handle.
which is the right one?
the sun begins to set and i slink back to the shadows.
again I ask what is wrong with me.
what is my problem?
why can’t I open the fucking door? ..
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