"I'm thinking that when I'm 89 i'll be one of those people who sit on benches in quiet parks and feed the birds I see, and though I'll be happy that I'm feeding them I won't really be happy."
I wrote that when I was 10. It was a letter to me in the future, about how I thought I'd end up. I don't remember writing it, but it still makes my heart feel heavy.
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