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Nov 2013
Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome
is nothing but a living hell
doctors dumb you down with pills
hoping that you're get well

Yet when you try to sleep
you see the flashes of violence
they keep you in a state of unrest
and repeat on you like a bad lunch

Sometimes you don't feel human at all
just an automaton with scares within it's mind
death and dying become not just dreams
they become familiar bed fellows

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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