I knew that opening the door was not the best idea, I knew behind that door was many things I feared. I know that what awaits both outside & Inside of that door can kill. I didn't want to open it, I knew that yet I turned it slowly still. I turned it knowing the Agony and pain I would feel. When the knob spun it made a clicking sound and it came undone. I took a look inside I knew either way I was still risking my life. what I beheld was another filling cabinet just pushed away with classified painful memories in my mind. I turned the knob to the door because we only have so much yet so little time, and these memories good or bad however I perceive them are still mine.
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