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Mar 2019
I thought it was an affect of war
Men and women fighting for our freedom, coming home to fight an even bigger battle in their heads

I was 25 when I realized I have PTSD
I struggled my whole life trying to find the little girl that was taken from me
Trying to piece everything together

He not only took that girl from me
He took her from my parents
He took her innocence and her happy
He took her to please himself

They say I'll always have PTSD
I feel like a fraud for having it
I never fought in a war
I never lost a friend to war

How is it fair to struggle like this?
When so many more have seen worse
So many have felt worse
I don't want this PTSD

He took everything from me
I was just a little girl
Fighting to be innocent
Fighting to be me
I write what I feel. I try to get my pain out. If I dont make sense, get over it.
CW
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CW  31/F/Georgia
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