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i'd rather not.

I sort of just don't want to be involved in your shit.

I mean, it's your shit, right? I'm just bending a little too far these days, and the backaches are from carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I'm not falling apart, or anything, though. So don't worry. Don't even worry about it.

{Maybe I'm not indespensable. 

Maybe I am falling apart. 

But I'd rather not think about that.}