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It's hard to get over them When spoken words remind me of those days When men were boys who had no toys postures and behaviors trigger Yes, they trigger me Figures, I can not trust this space Smells take me back to the places, I see faces and shapes that wait I promise the truth when I say 'I'm not overreacting, but my mind and body are."
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
Cued Memories
It's hard to get over them When spoken words remind me of those days When men were boys who had no toys postures and behaviors trigger Yes, they trigger me Figures, I can not trust this space Smells take me back to the places, I see faces and shapes that wait I promise the truth when I say 'I'm not overreacting, but my mind and body are."
from anxiety attacks to panic attacks
samanthax
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
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