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I’m Tired of Giving

I’m tired of giving.

I don’t know where the hell do I keep all this stuff, all this love, all these sweet things and kind gestures — I mean, I’m not skinny, but I just give so much, there is so much inside me that… I should be much, much bigger, I don’t know.

Sometimes I give so much, I feel empty. Sometimes I feel like this is the end, like I got nothing else to give. But I always give. I do. I give.

I rarely have ever received.

No one has ever done for me the same that I had ever done for them.

And I guess I am not empty, because somehow, I am still giving. But some void, some kind of blank space is expanding myself.

I am still pretty full, but all the times that I had given and been left without that unique piece of myself, I feel as if that void was expanding more and more inside me.

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