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Dec 2015
In the attic of his childhood was an old trunk and even though he couldn't pry it open, the muffled sobs coming from inside told him more than he wanted to remember.

-unknown
By brother would write this over and over when I was younger. I would watch him puzzeled, and wonder what meaning the words held and why he wrote them. However, looking back now, his reasoning is perfectly clear. What does it mean to you?? (Ps. Does anyone know where this came from?)
Katherine D
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