She is tired. Tired of trying to keep up this façade of a person she isn’t.  

She feels as if  she needs to stay strong, no matter what life throws at her.  

It’s exhausting being the glue holding broken pieces of people together.  

She loves to fix people.  She loves to be there as  listening ear or a shoulder to cry on.  Perhaps, as much as she feels drawn to help others, that is the reason she is exhausted.  

But; as much as she loves to hold everyone else together, she is falling apart.

That’s the trouble when you’re the glue, no one notices when you need to be held together and refilled.



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