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Jul 2022
And it all repeats.
Over and over
the scene plays,
the body tenses,
flooding senses,
and I'm drowning
sinking, drinking,
fighting, against my own
personal
riptide.
Wishing I'd died.
Washed up
on a shore of purgatory,
and it all repeats.
Im sinking again. I feel it. Its time to fight again.
;
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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