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PTSD
My world is getting dark
All is fading to black.
My mind is racing
My vision is pulsating.
These memories are intrusive
They know no boundaries.
I know what has triggered me
My coping techniques aren’t working.
It is in full motion
For this has no breaks.
I must ride it out
It’s terrifying.
I want to run
I want to fight.
I’m paralyzed by fear
I can’t move.
I can’t breathe
I can’t speak.
I’m screaming inside
“Help me!”
I’m a prisoner in my own head.
Fear is my warden
My memories, my life sentence.
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