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The Key

Don't throw away the key,
Leave the door ajar.
Why draw the curtains so close?
It was good to see the world,
To see the people passing by,
A witness how they used their lives.
Did any of them know
I stood and watched and envied
Their easy talk and play?
I even grudged their tears
For a lover gone away
To weep for something lost,
What a luxury that would be.
Yes, close the door, pull the curtains tight,
Don't let through that crack of light.
It might show me weeping, if I could,
For something I have missed.
What do you say? The key?
Yes, throw the bloody thing away

Not all hostages are in military war zones, the domestic environment can be as hostile

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