Mary had a little secret - a box she kept under her bed. She never spoke or said a word of what was in her head. When she was 3, she figured that she'd already lost her dad, But never thought she'd lose her mom to life's most painful dread.
When she was 7, she moved away from all the glamourous pain. Starting anew, she fought to find more meaning to be sane. At the age of 10, she turned away and found all things a bane, Then four years later she bled and died, and her life began again.
Mary had a little secret - a box she kept under her bed. She never spoke or said a word of what it's contents said. She went to church and prayed and such but nothing seemed to matter When she spoke she was never heard, so she figured silence would be better.
She goes back home and opens the box and puts a polaroid inside. Everyday for the years of her excuse called life, in it, she would hide. A year later, she had a friend who somehow earned her trust. Mary could finally step into the light and not just live for dusk.
She brought him home, up the stairs and showed him to her room She locked the door behind them, with only the light of the moon Mary took out her box and told him to keep it hush She showed him each polaroid and they both burnt their past.
A month later, they stopped talking, he didn't even reply Mary sat in her room, alone again and couldn't help but cry She opened her empty box and stared blankly into its space She closed her eyes and slid in a polaroid under her weeping face.
Mary had a little secret - a box she kept under her bed.
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