Why can't I just be comfortable?
You say that I am but I'm not...am I?
I don't really know anymore. I want to write a book and tell her what to do, and enclose a map and point out where not to fall, but she has to fall. She has to fall, just like I fell. That's the only way that she'll ever learn it. I have to stop wanting to tell people what to do.
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