The People Who Care Only Show Up At Tombstones
Dreams, Friendships, and the Silence that Never Lifts
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My greatest fear at 32 is picturing myself at 42, never having done anything about my ideas at 22.
I have this never-ending flux of visions of the past; where I was, the things I said, the people I knew —who I was. You wouldn’t notice it unless I told you.