“I lost.”
“What’d you lose?”
“I lost what i was.”
“What were you?”
“I dont know…”
“Then what did you lose?”
“Myself.”
“Im sorry, what?!”
“Im better now… that i lost myself…”
“So… what are you now?”
“Better… so much better.”

Poison bleeds from the hope of self, yet hope bleeds from that which gives… for the sake of the other. Give for that which gave you, you. Only then can you be trully free.