Wasn't the Herd Complete Without Me? (Part 6)
I thought I already had someone who admired me - who valued me exactly as I am. But it was all just a blurry cloud.
Being empathetic is a vulnerable choice. You don't have to make yourself into armor, or into light, for someone else. In the end, you'll be drained, destroyed, devastated - only to learn you were never more than a backup plan, a pit stop along the way.
You'll drain your own light just to guide them, even while you're the one who's lost. Funny - you knew it from the very start, that they would never even look back to see if you were doing fine.
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