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Dec 2017
The future screams to me
And so does the past
It wants me to succeed
It tells me of my torments
I want it
I want nothing to do with it
I hear it screaming begging waiting
I hear it whispering whimpering waiting
I've been struggling with ptsd flashbacks but they are so vague I have no idea what happened
Written by
       Jonathan Sawyer, Diane, Neharika, Kalon and lain
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