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Oct 2015
I use to be so young and free.
Till Uncle Sam got a hold of me.
He made me a lean, mean, killing machine.
So I could be shipped off to war.
To protect where the eagles soar.
I did my tours.
Thinking nothing more.
Till night when all I see is war.
I use to be so young and free.
Please help me rid this PTSD
To all my fellow military brethren out there suffering.
Thomas Esparza
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Thomas Esparza  Oklahoma
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