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the secrets were held tight in the box,
hidden away with dust covered locks,
forgotten it stayed for times passed,
to eventually being found at last,
opened easy with a pick of the hole,
the box was opened revealing a doll,
some papers neat and in a pile,
for reading them would take a while,
blowing the dust from them to read,
for the story inside was good indeed,
it told of things never imagined before,
as the eyes kept going until sore,
sleeping next to the box opened near,
the dreams of the mind filled with fear,
opening eyes later to find the box shut,
the morning felt strange in the gut,
coming down the stairs to see things not the same,
looking back up to see where he came,
no cars outside in the yard,
as the headache began to get hard,
seeing a horse pulling a kart,
as the feelings of what happened start,
traveled back in time to what was written the book,
he walked outside to take a closer look,
trees once bigger now smaller in size,
as he turns to rub his tired eyes,
the fear sinks in running back inside,
back up in the attic to hide,
then seeing the box still in the same place,
opening it once again to see a blank space,
no doll and no paper at all to show,
for they were something he needed to know,
taking paper from down the stairs,
then seeing the doll he gets and prepares,
writing the story so his future self will see,
and not go back in time for this place to be.