She hung up the phone and walked to the closet. Sitting down slowly, there was only one thought in her mind. Why? But there wasn't an answer to that, not yet at least. So she grabbed the old mint green box off the back of the top shelf, and brought it back to the spot she had made. She wasn't ready to move on, but she wasn't willing to turn back.
But I guess it's kinda confusing to start here, let's start from the beginning.
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Collecting Dust
Teen Fictionthese are the contents of a box she never thought she would open again. these are the feelings she thought she had under lock and key
