Thirty years. It’s how long I’ve been on this earth.
What do you do when you look back at the slow crash of your life? To go back through the memories, see who you once were (genuine, kind, passionate) and watch the slow fall from grace into anger and hate? To see the lives you once touched for good having been affected so strongly by the life you chose to live? The choices you’ve made?
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D.M. Kurtz 