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Jun 2018
“Free.”
We were opposites, we could never agree,
He held me back, I couldn’t be what I wanted to be.
After all of the fighting, after all of the wars, I was finally free,
Now, Here I am crying, on my knees..
Suffering from PTSD.
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Braxton Fuller
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Braxton Fuller  25/M/Kansas City, Missouri
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