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Oct 2017
When an attack hits
I become still
Trying to find shelter and isolate myself
In fear of hurting those around me

I become violent
Using my fists as my defence
Using my words as a warning
Using my brain as my weapon

They turned me into this
A dissociated being
No longer able to act
No longer able to live

But why would I apologize for being a monster?
Had anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?
When I get a PTSD and/or anxiety and panic attack, this is exactly how I feel.
Em or Finn
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Em or Finn  Non-binary/PA
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