It is a sinking hole. A deep canyon. The darkest of nights. The blackest water. It is calm. Emotionless. It makes sense. Tired. It is like drowning but the pain of your lungs crying out for air is no worse than the pain of living. It is easy to fall in but nearly impossible to get out. It is mental and physical. Pills can’t fix it. Only by the true grace of God can it’s prison doors be unlocked.
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