Big heart. Chaotic schedule.
You run on guilt and hope in equal parts. You'd cancel on your own birthday if someone needed you — and someone always needs you. Power, for you, was never a flex; it's a debt you keep paying because you can. People call it kindness. The Eye calls it a promise you made to yourself once and never renegotiated.
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