Behind Closed Doors

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I will never understand what we fear. The feelings that we have, suddenly disappear . We laugh and play but when your gone they reappear. The mask that we wear, it hides it all,
  There it is The Door. You know the one You pass it every single day This time, though You stop and look Just briefly
Lots of people knew the beautiful family- The Mours, that is.   But they don't know what happens when the teenage boy's stepfather gets a little too drunk.   Big D will be fifteen beers into a bender
We hope and wish dreams come true But in the end they never do. We pray they stay But eventually we all walk away.   People don't realize the pain and agony They just pretend to walk beside me
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