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I Hope You Never Hear Those Words. Your Mom. She Died. They Are Different Than Other Words. They Are Too Big To Fit In Your Ears. They Belong To Some Strange, Heavy, Powerful Language That Pounds Away At The Side Of Your Head, A Wrecking Ball Coming At You Again And Again, Until Finally, The Words Crack A Hole Large Enough To Fit Inside Your Brain. And In So Doing, They Split You Apart.

Every Life Has One True Love Snapshot.

Getting Old We Can Deal With. Being Old Is The Problem

Each Affects The Other, And The Other Affects The Next, And The World Is Full Of Stories, But The Stories Are All One.

You Need To Keep People Close. You Need To Give Them Access To Your Heart.