Some days I’m just numb.
To the sadness.
To the pain.
To the anger.
To the hate.
To the compassion.
To the love.
To the forgiveness.
And sometimes to the happiness.
To everything I feel inside,
Because being numb.
Is sometimes easier than feeling.
So…
Sometimes I choose to be numb.
Numb to it all.
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