It seems like there are still things that can make me care, can make me feel ashamed.

And despite all the bitter resentment against myself, I'm so, just so glad I can feel that.

I can think not only of myself.

To feel you are necessary is still a little bit frightenig and too awkward. And I would like this not  to happen. Ever.

But the thing is sometimes things have to be difficult.

And we are just to handle them.

So. We will.

It's going to be okay, anyway.

And I will care, I will help.

Despite all the circumstances.

Despite myself.

Sure, I will.

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and they do...