A conversation I had in my head that I thought was cool but now as I am reading it,I realized how cringe it was.
I would like to share my embarrassment with you guys.

. . .
' = my therapist side
" = my broken side

. . .

"I cannot give anymore."

'What?'

"I cannot give anymore

'F*$!'

"But my whole personality is built upon giving,
so if I cannot give,
then I am what?

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔."

'So let us work this out,
what's wrong with your heart?'

"It won't come out,
no it won't even start."

'Then moving on,
what's wrong with your brain?'

"It yearns for the past,
but it won't be the same."

'It is clear to see you have got a disease.'

"What's the disease?"

'Well it's called 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢,
it means you'll give blood
until there is none left to bleed.'

"I DO NOT WANT TO BE KIND!"

'What?'

"I ONLY WANT TO 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙴!"

'No-'

"This efforts exhausting,
it's getting me nowhere.
And where does that leave me?

𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎."

'You do not have a choice.
The honey slips into your voice.

Kindness flows through your veins,
That is something that cannot be changed.

Caring is what fulfills you.
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.
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𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
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