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I remember feeling ways I hoped I would always be able to hold on to. What did people who knew me when I was 11 think of me? Where will I be sleeping at this exact moment five years from now? Will I live in a house covered in ivy when I’m 65 years old? Will I have a garden alive with color, will my hair turn grey or white? Who’s name will replace
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