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I have a passion to give.
A passion to inflict love onto others.
A passion to become the best.
However, as the time peels by, the passion churns into an obsession. An obligation.
I must help others.
I must love others.
I must be the best.
The time keeps ticking, and even though I’m barely keeping my head above these flood of emotions, I must be this ideal, “passionate” person.
I can’t keep up.
What have i become? These self-made obligations are killing me.
I’ve become obsessed with giving so much of myself that i didn’t notice i was drowning.
I don’t have the energy to keep going. But i must.
How do you recover from giving so much of yourself, when you have nothing left to give? To others? To myself?
This life of passion has made me hollow and i just want to feel again. No matter the cost, because i must.
Relapse is a *****.
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