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Woken by nightmares of falling choppers, into another day. They died like soldiers, but I, in between, here must stay. Until the darkness comes, when again, I will fall away.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Survivor's Guilt
Woken by nightmares of falling choppers, into another day. They died like soldiers, but I, in between, here must stay. Until the darkness comes, when again, I will fall away.
Call it a short Ode to PTSD.
mike-essig
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
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