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I live in such constant fear that my dreams will crawl out of my ears and into reality, that I keep having flashbacks of memories I don't have. I find myself on dark nights crying about things that haven't happened and could happen only by chance I think of the many ways I've never gone flying off the road when I'm on my way home and I'm sitting next to my thoughts
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
pseudo PTSD
I live in such constant fear that my dreams will crawl out of my ears and into reality, that I keep having flashbacks of memories I don't have. I find myself on dark nights crying about things that haven't happened and could happen only by chance I think of the many ways I've never gone flying off the road when I'm on my way home and I'm sitting next to my thoughts
mird
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
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