Keeping secrets : prologue
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I asked her to to explain "what is sadness?" So she told me. I expected her to tell me that sadness meant bruise knees and spilled ice cream. But she told me sadness is much more than those things and It swallows you up." Sadness is bruised hearts and spilled tears and it's not fun being sad " I said "Then what does sadness feel like?" " I can't show you how it feels but I can show you what it looks like " she said. She had pale skin and her eyes were puffy and it looked like she hadn't smiled in a long time and I started to understand that being sad is terrible , terrible thing. It kills you both inside and out. I also noticed from this girl that sadness lays everywhere we can't see but we feel it as it touches our hearts. It's everywhere but nowhere at the same time
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