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Weight on my chest, each breath a struggle. My head pounds, distracting me from the ache in my heart. How did I get here? This isn’t real. This isn’t fair. Sharp right, sharp left- East? West? A slow curve in the road- which path is best? Is peace found at the end of the struggle, or through the struggle itself? Should I fight loud, or be still, let God prowl? There’s confidence in dominance, but strength in surrender. Is the high road the way, or must I wade through the ditches, Decisions.
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Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Torn
Weight on my chest, each breath a struggle. My head pounds, distracting me from the ache in my heart. How did I get here? This isn’t real. This isn’t fair. Sharp right, sharp left- East? West? A slow curve in the road- which path is best? Is peace found at the end of the struggle, or through the struggle itself? Should I fight loud, or be still, let God prowl? There’s confidence in dominance, but strength in surrender. Is the high road the way, or must I wade through the ditches, Decisions.
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Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
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