Unlived Memories

I was unsure what to do next.  How could this diary be mine?  I had never stepped foot into this house and I was certain that I had never kept a diary.  But sure enough, in this water damaged box lay this book.  A diary with my name on the yellowing front page.  Carefully I turned the page to the first entry.  There in my own handwriting was written 'Time to fly little bird, time to leave the nest and seek higher ground.'  But what did this mean?  It sounded like the lyrics to a song, I could almost hear it on a crackly radio.  I looked through the box and found a photo...it was a photo of me...my back towards the camera...looking into a cardboard box...

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