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| I often worry about my friends. They tell me many of their problems, and let me guess at the rest. It really bothers me to think of the pain that some of them have gone through. | |
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| I talk to them, and they tell me about their lives, and best I can do to help them is to tell them that it doesn't matter or try to remind them of good things. Of course I know that this won't work. | |
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| Maybe if my problems were real... | |
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| Oh shut the fuck up you lying prick. You don't care about your friends! | |
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