There was once a boy whose main objective was to please. He traded his sanity for others. Taking their worries, and absorbing them like thunder to rubber. Taking the tiniest bit of negativity at a time, storing it subconsciously. As time progresses, this boy finds that the brim of his storage is overflowing with anger, resentment, feelings so foreign to him. How could he possibly let this happen? This foolish boy, relinquished all of his feelings for that of others, and is now furious with those that he has tried to help. His just wants to strike something down, destroy something beautiful.
The worst part of his predicament, is that he doesn't know how to deal with this situation. He never had unyielding rage before. Where can he turn to in this personal crisis? Everyone is so used to being helped by him, it would be strange to listen to his woes. The boy was a pillar of fortitude, of infinite understanding. How could someone so experienced at helping others, not help himself?
The boy needs to get it through his thick skull, he cant help people if his mind is in chaos. One's self comes first, then the world. Memorize it.
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