I wish I could stop. I wish it would end. I wish the whole fucking world would just blow up in my face. It's not like I seek the painful things out, they just seem to find me. Here I thought I had friends. Here I thought I was fine. There I go thinking again. Why do I care? Because that is just how I seem to be, a carer. Why do you write such
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Don't worry, all will be good. If I have to make it all good myself it will all be good ;).
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