You know how to cure others. You have so many tips as if you have lived six lives. You always have the answer or a simple pack of gum to ease the tension. You will come to a party with a friend so that he does not feel lonely although you know that he will leave you as soon as the night begins. You're good at smiles, kindness, letting others rely on you. Once you dreamed of becoming a warm rug but now it's cold everywhere. The problem of constant self-sacrifice is that you have no idea how to ask for something in return. Your fate lines are connected to strangers. You are always someone's last hope, last refuge.
But what happens when you need to save you?