I got used to the idea of people putting their wants and needs before me. One after another until they formed like a never ending line.
I stopped remembering names. I stopped recollecting faces. I'd go from one place to the next, leaving a bit of myself behind as if I was fragmenting off wherever I'd go.
I never wanted to make anyone feel bad. I just...wanted to be a calm, kind person. But after awhile that began to feel off too. I no longer wanted to make anyone happy. I just wanted to not give anyone a reason to make me feel so terrible deep down inside. I became...pleasant. Unusual, unreadable, untouchable.
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