I'm living my life beneath the watchful eye of those out to get me. I feel like i'm surviving, but then I see some of my friends get hurt and falter. Now they're fighting, these stong souls. The ones who have protected me from myself and made me happy. How can I help?
Maybe they'll solve it for themselves, but to see these people in pain is like a knife in my chest.
Then i see they're making amends, slowly but surely. That is one of the best scenes in the history of the world.
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