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Personal Narrative: My Closet
When I walked into the doorway to Conner’s room I stood there frozen and my fingers were twitching and my body was just rushing with anxiety and I thought I've got to do it I've got to stand and face this closet. I had closed my eyes and I prayed and I asked set God please help me to confront this trauma. I want to the closet and open the doors and the Flash of my life went before me and the Lost that I felt was the deepest sadness that went to the core of my being. This room this closet represented deep loss Brokenness and heartbreak. My world has been shattered and this room that day but I had to face it I walked out of that room and we begin to gather up boxes and I begin to close the door to a life I had known for 22 years and started a
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