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Doubts are hard to ignore
When in front of a once-known door
Draining confidence found before
Refusing to be shunned once more.
The room drags you deep inside
In hopes you’ll find your vanished pride
Though this moment was supplied,
Your lonely heart must be your guide
A girl appears, with hair of gin
Sparking a fire somewhere within
She turns to you and starts to grin
You smile back - the gravest sin.