... * scared?. Not of dying, really. It's more that I'm afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I'm supposed to be, to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I'm afraid of what I'll miss.
I've learned that it takes years
to build up trust, and it only takes
suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
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