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PTSD
In my dreams, you still greet me.
“I love you, wild boy”
I awake in a sweat knowing it was only a devil’s ploy.
As I gaze and begin to cry,
flashes of you race through my mind....
“I love you, wild boy”
I awake in a sweat knowing it was only a devil’s ploy.
As I gaze and begin to cry,
flashes of you race through my mind....
