When you fall onto concrete, what do you feel?
I feel the blinding, white pain piercing my skin.
I feel the burning trickle of blood spreading on my knees.
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Imagination is a flower with lots of petals.
Imagination has a different perfume every time you use it.
Imagination is a long strand of pearls.
Imagination whispers in my ears.
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Spring irises and french lilacs bloom in large fields.
Orchid roses rise in hearts out of my mind when I think of love.
My purple heart finds great joy in all things purple.
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What Do You Feel?
When you fall onto concrete, what do you feel?
I feel the blinding, white pain piercing my skin.
I feel the burning trickle of blood spreading on my knees.
When you get a present on your birthday, what do you feel?
I feel a happy, tingly feeling.
I feel like a bird, soaring through the sky, so happy and carefree.
When you hear bad gossip about yourself, what do you feel?
I feel red-hot anger, building up inside, wanting to scream so loud.
I feel the urge to punch someone, hard.
When you kiss someone, what do you feel?
I feel comforted, like that kiss confirmed my warmth and safety.
I feel in the right place, with the right people.