It’s been 24 hours.
You ever have a gut feeling, a bad one I mean. Where you just, you know that it’s bad. It’s horrible. It’s the worst thing ever but it just won’t go away.
And you lie down in bed pining over it. The pain of it. Clawing at you viciously, almost as if it’s trying to escape from some prison it was placed in. Which isn’t so far fetched when you think about it cause … such pain … such passion, it’d be better served doing something like … well like this. Writing out of pain and trying to teach others how to avoid it rather than existing inside some unsuspecting human being that feels like they’re dying.
Here comes the weird part. It disappears. For some reason, it just disappears from your stomach. You’ve no clue why but it just does and you rejoice just a little. The smallest space of a moment because you think, no, you know, you’re absolutely sure it’ll be back. But you enjoy your relief of pain trying to ignore the obvious truth.
Then it comes crashing back.
You ever have a feeling like that?
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