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Staring at the newly lodged door in my room, my curiosity grows each passing second. I can't recall this being here at all; it stands out fr

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Sun rays burned on my skin as I walked through an overused path. Bushes well-trimmed, trees that great day as the weather did not betray. I

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Behind the wooden door, someone paces the room. A person showing signs of discomfort, A soul deep in thought, Unfamiliar with the storm quie

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