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Of all the things I’ve come to be All the whispers I wanted you to see A daily entrapment A gauntlet for me Moisture in a soulless capture The doors are closing Place your grace Upon the select few chosen Forget this flesh The doors are closing Grant me peace As my suffering Will satisfy the chosen A bitter sweet goodbye The trust that transpires Within the heat of a lie Go on without me I’ll see you there I promise, I’ll try The doors are closing The select few that are chosen The doors are closing Grant me peace As my suffering Will make ease Remember me today For memories of me tomorrow Will not be so willing to remain A stain to never stay In the mist of fog And do reach to grasp it Breathe easily, be calm As you realize It was something Always built of feign My friend The doors are closing Grace The peace That everyman has chosen The doors are closing