Nestled under the right corner of my desk sits a box, brown like most, but unlike most is able to evoke a collaboration of memories depicting a chaotic journey. Relics, scraps of paper, and pictures rest quietly inside waiting to remind of memories forgotten, and suppressed. Nothing is, or has to be written on the box due to its correlation with
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~Kelly
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Do you ever write stories, or poems?
I would like to read more.
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