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Perhaps, I can never change. Although I can fix parts of me that are on the surface, I can never change what's running through my blood—the innate drive to please people, the guilt of choosing my own sanity over anyone else's, and the fear that creeps at every right yet bold decisions that I make. I can always find pleasure in putting myself second. I would rather have people walk all over me than take my own path, undisturbed. It is a problem that I can never seem to fix. It's draining. It consumes the best part of me that I still, ironically, give to people.