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Well, there are a few good friends I can talk to, but really it doesn't help that much. Yeah, it's nice when someone listens, but in the end I'm the one who has to deal with it all. The only one with answers is me really. I know what I need to do. I just need to flip that switch in my head, but there's a part of me that kind of likes feeling sad or something. It's like a drug. It's hard to fight. I quit smoking and other things in my life. I'm sure I can quit this too.
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Kind words are the music of the world. F. W. Faber
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