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Sitting at the computer, shaking as you try to drown it out. Drown out the defining booms that cause the entire second floor to shake. Drown out the returning memories that cause your head to throb. Drown out the sobs coming from your mouth that causes you to feel even more vulnerable. Sitting at the computer, shutting your eyes as you're bombarder with flashbacks. The flashbacks of you being helpless seem to never give you a break. The flashbacks of no one coming to help seem to give you the sense of worthlessness. The flashbacks of him hurting you seem to becoming more intense by the second. Sitting at your computer, wondering if you will ever be the same again.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
PTSD Induced Coma
Sitting at the computer, shaking as you try to drown it out. Drown out the defining booms that cause the entire second floor to shake. Drown out the returning memories that cause your head to throb. Drown out the sobs coming from your mouth that causes you to feel even more vulnerable. Sitting at the computer, shutting your eyes as you're bombarder with flashbacks. The flashbacks of you being helpless seem to never give you a break. The flashbacks of no one coming to help seem to give you the sense of worthlessness. The flashbacks of him hurting you seem to becoming more intense by the second. Sitting at your computer, wondering if you will ever be the same again.
The fourth of July is a hard "holiday" for me.
JodeyIsNotADork
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
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