A lot of questions swirling around in my head, coming from eighteen different corners. Questions like "why?" or "how" or "what?" or "what next?" or "why not?" Questions without answers.
___: I wish there was more I could do. I am so, so sorry. If there's anything, anything, I can do, you know I will.
___: I wish I wasn't scared of just talking to you. I'm working on it, I swear.
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I could probably write more of those, but at the risk of being emo and/or becoming Roast Beef I should probably just throw in the towel for the night and put my mind to rest.
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