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You can try to fix me, I Dare you! But there is nothing from the past That you can undo, There is nothing I can re-live Or redo. There is Nothing we can forget. There are only the Flashbacks Residual memories, Fighting to get out despite The torment. Pain  ...   ...                                                          [fear]   ||  A  ||  X  ||  I  ||  E  ||  T  ||  Y  ||                                                 Loneliness... ¶¶¶ Depression Replaying like a broken track A warped Melody.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
PTSD
You can try to fix me, I Dare you! But there is nothing from the past That you can undo, There is nothing I can re-live Or redo. There is Nothing we can forget. There are only the Flashbacks Residual memories, Fighting to get out despite The torment. Pain  ...   ...                                                          [fear]   ||  A  ||  X  ||  I  ||  E  ||  T  ||  Y  ||                                                 Loneliness... ¶¶¶ Depression Replaying like a broken track A warped Melody.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
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