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I see friends hurting and never know what to say. So I say nothing and sit here wishing I knew what to do to help them, and feeling like I've let them down.

I don't know what to say.

Too easily amused.

It's funny the ideas that come to a bloke while he is writing an essay about censorship.



And I think my muse is fighting back. Mavrik is looking for attention again.