"I have no trouble with my enemies. But my goddamn friends... they are the ones that keep me walking the floors at night."
I worry way too much about all of you.
What am I doing?
Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.
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you say that as if none of us do the same for you.
What made you think that? I know people worry about me, obviously. But I don't think anyone doubts that I worry way too much about other people.
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