...if I stopped moving the merry-go-round called our family would simply cease to rotate. If I stopped moving , then I wouldn't be loved. And if I was the one moving, then I had no proof that I was loved. What did it mean to be loved, in any case? Was it to be needed? Why,then, when I was helping people in this way, did I feel this hollow and miserable?...
— Jun 25, 2025 11:59AM
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