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Have you ever felt the kind of numbness that sinks into your bones?
The kind that leaves you hollow and empty inside.
All except for that lingering lead ball
residing in the pit of my stomach.
No matter what I do,
the medication I take,
the therapists I see,
the prayers I pray,
that lead ball is still there.
And when things escalate,
my soul is despondent within me
the numbness takes over.
"Seek God and all will be well"
I call BS.
Not all will be well.
In fact, we are guaranteed a difficult life.
I just want a break sometimes.
A breath of fresh air, you know?
It's hard to get that
when there's a lead ball
in your stomach
in your bones.
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