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May 2017
I'm suffering at the hands of a doctor who likes to play God

He thinks everything we do is wrong and everything he does is right.

He thinks we should do it his way or not at all

He told me I should just get over my issues but if it was that easy then I would never had issues in the first

I suffer from PTSD he's the one that told me so.

I have panic attacks and my nerves are always on edge and I am easily angered and I have a hard time sleeping

So I think he needs to check himself and learn to get a better bedside manner or quit and get a job he's actually good at because his attitude is not cool it's just plain rude. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
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Shelby Mccrary  29/F/Lake city FL 32024
(29/F/Lake city FL 32024)   
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