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there you are again. same as any other night.
beating me with commercials and another cheritable add. i can't turn on the tv, i can't turn off the light. not aloud to end a day without fifteen reminders of "oh yeah, you're mad". ten years with this blister, ten years with this itch ten years of not sleeping, of self medicating ten years of being stuck inside and trapped in this b***h first wife couldn't hack, second shouldn't have to vigalance and confusion, strong front's an illusion it's almost a panic not knowing what to do it's my family that saves me and keeps my heart from pounding from running full throttle or hunting a bottle can't ever show them the demons they're drowing always anger, occasional rage always the nightmare of something NOT HERE! always entrapment stuck in this cage! the meds, they work, once in a while with dosages changing and docs rearranging therapy's a joke unless talking's your style ptsd. pts me? please insult me a little more call it a condition, make it your mission naming it just leaves me more broken than before you are not in my head, i didn't write your book so you don't know what's broken so you don't know how to fix it leave it, and me, alone
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