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May 2018
My bones no longer feel like they are made of lead

Anxious thoughts no longer ricochet off of the walls of my skull

And the sound of television static has faded

I am clear and focused

Myself in high definition

And for the first time I know where I am going

Out of all the drugs that have been through my body

I think clarity is my favorite
Written by
Rachel Rode
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