{"text":"I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.","author":"Veronica Roth","tags":["emotional","lonely","relateable","sad"],"id":308047,"author_id":"Veronica+Roth"}