You feel everything, absorb everyone's emotions, and wonder if something is wrong with you. The truth? You're not broken—you're awake.
You have felt it, haven't you? That subtle, almost tectonic shift in the atmosphere when another heart in the room becomes heavy, even when they are smiling. That silent vibration, the way your own inner rhythm seems to instinctively adjust before a single word has been whispered. You may have wondered why the sorrow of complete strangers reaches across the void to touch you as if it were your own personal grief, or why a crowded room can feel like an assault on your very soul.
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