This was the first time that I went in the tree house that my dad built for me after he died. I did not want to go back,no, I don't want to feel that hurt, that pain, and the sorrow. No not again. But I had to, I have to set foot on the wood that gave my splinters every time I walked on the bored. I need to face my barriers that is blocking me from the memories of happiness, I need to get passed the sorrow.
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