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Grief: Oxymoronic

shainymanuel9

How can one feel so much, and yet feel so little?


I feel such a depth of pain over the loss of Wilder, and yet am numb to everything around me. I care not for the entertainment of the world, or for their mindless nonsense. All that matters is Wilder and my missing of him. Such a depth of feeling and yet such apathy. Can empathy and apathy truly live together in one being? I am black and white, hot and cold, an oxymoron of a person. Overflowing and yet empty.





 
 
 

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