Keys

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We begin as molds,

Shaped, wounded by the choices we make,

As life bestows its relentless gravity resting upon our simple existence,

Till one day we are formed,

A key,

Put into our hands by ourselves,

To unlock the golden gate or condemn our being to the fiery pits of lost souls,

Not by destiny but by regrettable choices,

We turn the lock. 

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