"The whole world was placed on me..."
Yep. Our gorl was juggling an impending asteroid hit, incoming nuke, an ebola outbreak, the logistics of feeding millions of starving people, all while serving as the backbone without which uchoob would collapse. So many people gazing up at our heroine with beseeching eyes - she gives and gives constantly, she is run ragged by the demands of others yet, no matter how exhausted, she must always dig that little bit deeper to help somebody out, her heart is so big the empathy pains her; she MUST assist, it is her calling. And as she crashes into her bed finally spent after 57,934 hours without a break, sleep comes for a few, precious moments and our gorl can rest, knowing she must pick up the mantle of this heavy, heavy world upon reawakening.
But what's this? Oh dear, Little Timmy's puppy has injured it's paw. She's soooo tired, she must sleep....but she cannot turn him away. And our brave gorl heaves herself back out of bed and prepares to wade fifty miles through the flood (that just happened too) because only she can save the sad kittens of this cruel, dark earth.
Yet she asks nothing in return. The weight is only cast on those who can carry it, she bears her burdens without complaint and expecting no sainthood. A small plaque might be nice, but...
Nah. Just tubed gunkmeat and hyperbole.
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