Hours that I could've spent doing something productive (worrying my head off, to be exact) were wasted on fantasy (still are, but without motion.) There are too many of my friends in trouble, these days. Not trouble, more like turmoil. I wish I could fix it, change it, consume it for them. All I can do is worry, now, because I no longer see them. I wonder, have they ever worried about someone else? Do they know that they're being worried about? Hmm?
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