An empty feeling sits at the bottom of our stomachs and tears fill our eyes. She's hurt, but this is different than a scrape on her knee or a paper cut. This is a pain that consumes her. Heartbreak. It plants rain clouds in our sky that paint our entire world gray. Gloomy sorrow washes over us for months at a time, only small minutes of sunshine are able to peek through. Conversations are brief because everyone is too busy listening to the heart wrenching symphonies that play in their ears. Not a single smile can be seen for miles and it seems like things will stay this way for ages. This is a wound that a band aid can't fix, it'll take time. Although her sadness takes over me, my reflection of it is for her and not myself. It breaks my heart that she's so hurt.
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She Feels, We Feel
Historia CortaA look into the idea that our emotions are individual pieces of ourselves that allow us to become a more complex person-all through the voice of one of the many small people who live inside of us, feeling every emotion that we do.
