Lose Yourself
A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep
The numbness I felt after the attack was a welcomed relief. I had been through so much in the nine months leading up to it, that feeling nothing was a pleasure. Even so, I had a nagging feeling it would not last forever. I knew that once the numbness wore off, it would take everything in me not to crumble. But I kept reminding myself enjoy this oddly new emotionless state as I usually feel…
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