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At first, I thought I finally got over all of those life chapters while writing. But somewhere inside of me I wasn’t healed from all of that at all.I don’t feel the same anymore. Is It because I finally realized That I’ve been living for others All this timeAnd not for myself..?Was I living for others and felt happy?Did I not live for myself all this time?It feels like a withdrawal symptom.How long will this last?I want to feel again…Do I have to live for myself for that?But no one has ever taught me how to live. How to love me. I learned how to love others.I learned how to live with others. For others. To make them happy, made me happy.I never learned how to live and love myself.Is that why I’m feeling weird? Because I want to make myself happy? Is that so?I don’t feel the same anymoreI don’t feel different either So, what is this feeling? Is this even a feeling? I don’t even know anymore.Is it because of the people I have lived for? For someone like me they’d choose not to die for? Have I lost myself by gaining you?