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I feel everything. Deeply. Some people are numb and floating through the world… but I am electrifyingly alive. Sometimes I pass strangers and am inexplicably saddened by the idea that I will probably never know them. Sometimes I stare at people and wonder if they realize how many people in their lives love them – because so many people just don’t see it. I’ve cried for strangers. You can be heartbroken for a stranger. For a time. Because joy comes in the mourning.