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Feb 2019
Eyes closed. Images running through your mind. Uneasiness sets in.

At that moment you are a slave to the past as it recreates those hidden memories you've been trying to suppress.

Then you wake up. It feels like someone splashed cold water on your face. You're gasping for air. Eyes Wide. Hands shaking. Mind buzzing. That's what it's like
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Barker  M/Ottawa
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