I remember asking my mother:
"When our soul splits from another,
what is it meant to feel like?"
"Sometimes it rips you up"
She replied, all smile,
"sometimes freedom:
a big sigh,
relief,
joy."
About the Creator
Emmy B
I write some of my truths, and use words to weave stories and ideas together. Writing is a passion and an outlet for me and I hope to inspire, challenge, or simply be a reflection of others's experiences - to make people feel seen!
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