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Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each...more

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I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.

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It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.