ptsd
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Lungs filling to the brimDrowning, Drowning, Don’t you worry dearThey will empty againLife will returnYou will stand And continue on Don’t you worry dearYou are not down and out yetDon’t let the light inside your eyes dieYou’ve got another round in youI know you doGet your fists upWatch their left,Dodge their right,Run like hell. Don’t…
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I remember Your hands around my throat Couldn’t fight you off I was too little then That’s when I learned There is was no one Coming for me No knight in shining armor No one was coming to stop their little prince From wrapping his hands around myLittle princess throat. Squeezing Squeezing Squeezing I gasp …
Healing Birds Fly Again 