Lost things like buttons

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    Lost things like buttons. My life. Thrown around. Scattered, really. Picked up, misplaced, thought about, ignored. Lost things like buttons. I collect these things in a small jar in my room. These lost things like buttons, beads, small stones, and tiny bells. They sit next to a small box, next to a collection of lenses, on a dark brown dresser. I like small things. I'm five foot nine and I'm a girl. I collect things which remind me that even though you might be separated and abandoned, you still live. 

   Here are some things about me.  

I have grey eyes and dark brown hair which falls to my shoulders. 

I live with my grandma who has taken care of me for the past ten years. 

I hold too many secrets. I want to get them out. 

I need someone to listen to me.