gone but not forgoten

May 25, 2012
By , belleville, KS
the door stands at the end of the hall, calling me to open it, and uncover its secrets. But I know i can't, for my mother told me never to open the door. my feet slipped down the hall. the door sighed in relief, the handle turned. i walked into the hushed room, and a tear slipped down my face. My sister's loving face smiled at me though a picture. I backed up and left the room, and never went back...

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