She feels happy, more alive than she has felt in a long while. "It" tingles all over her body. You don't know what "it" is I'm sure. It's everything good. Music sounds better to her. The sun shines more yellow and brighter in the sky. The pillow she rests her head on at night feels to know every space and crevice to fill. Her heart feels bigger and better. She realized that people can find goodness in the most unexpected places and people. That she could find laughter anywhere. And although she knows she may not be as pretty or smart as she'd like to be, she knows she has a heart full of kindness and compassion. A heart full of understanding and sympathy. A heart that is capable of feeling. She feels sad for the people who don't have that ability anymore. People she once loved and comforted. She knows that there is no changing that, unless they find themselves first. Hope exists, people just need to start believing that concept.
She, is me.
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