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Knowledge wakes up my dome with bombs thrown down my street. I wake up, lost in dust & gun shells   " Shhhh. Be quite. " As the sound of 1000 soldiers stomp across my heart. Time stood still. As my mom gets snatched right in front of me " MOM, MOM, PLEASE don't take her away!" I try to get one final word "I love you. " But it's heard on the bullet that went threw her brain. Because of that, I will never be the same. America took away the one I adore. For what. ? All because of this war. ? Just because my mom dressed in a long robe that hides her face? Means she's hiding a terrorist in this place? My scars Is ready to enbattle vengeance on the American race. These open wounds won't stop these open minded bombs These lies Won't reverse time These  open eyes Won't stop the flashbacks Of that " STRAY BULLET! ". And these soilders, Won't stop this WAR. ©MH
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
PTSD
Knowledge wakes up my dome with bombs thrown down my street. I wake up, lost in dust & gun shells   " Shhhh. Be quite. " As the sound of 1000 soldiers stomp across my heart. Time stood still. As my mom gets snatched right in front of me " MOM, MOM, PLEASE don't take her away!" I try to get one final word "I love you. " But it's heard on the bullet that went threw her brain. Because of that, I will never be the same. America took away the one I adore. For what. ? All because of this war. ? Just because my mom dressed in a long robe that hides her face? Means she's hiding a terrorist in this place? My scars Is ready to enbattle vengeance on the American race. These open wounds won't stop these open minded bombs These lies Won't reverse time These  open eyes Won't stop the flashbacks Of that " STRAY BULLET! ". And these soilders, Won't stop this WAR. ©MH
I was talking to an lovely kid who was dealing with post traumatic stress disorder was telling me about the condition he was in and that's when I picked up my pen.
#love#war#depression#hurt#ptsd#iraq#soldiers
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
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