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#firstresponder
If I'm an emotional train wreck, would you be a first responder? If I die and lay in rest, would you love me any longer? I question myself constantly wondering what I could become. Should I be more than this, or finally will I say that I'm done. I want to quit I want to stop But I can't I have a debt to pay and a price that will not drop So I'll keep at it Until someone want me shot, dead someone other than me. I seem to be the only who can see beyond the ******** and lies that I tell to myself Every day You can do it. Just keep going. You got this So like I said, I'm an emotional train wreck, but are you my first responder?
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Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 8:01 PM UTC
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They ask you again and again, What happened? Tell me the whole story And you repeat yourself Each time thinking it’s been received But then a new ear, a new clipboard, And they make you tell it again. “What happened” becomes more important Than “what’s happening now?” Because they care about the mechanism More than the injury So what will they do when you go radio silent? When your heart breaks do you need to rehash how he hurt you, Again and again for each secondary witness? At what point does the sordid story end And the sequel begin? Or will the pursuit of healing, The treating of trauma, Forever be defined by the mechanism of injury?
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Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 3:12 AM UTC
Mechanism of Injury