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My PTSD; The Diary of a Born Rebound Guy..

Dreaming is free, but waking up to reality will cost you lots of tears and heart breaks.. � � �

When I cry the tears roll down the back of my head just to avoid my face..

I am lumbering and laboring enduring traumatic times in the form of individual embarrassment..

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Siren wailing!.. �(Male voice on radio) � � �
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"3 broken ribs, 2 broken teeth, drifting in and out of coma.. Injuries more likely to occur after a car accident, but this isn't an accident, I prefer calling it an emergency.. � � �
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I am not the smartest � � �
of folks, but I go with connections rather than sensations..� � � �
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So pardon me, pardon me.. � � �
Oh! Supremo! Adorn me.. � � �
My life is turning into a parody.. � � �
This enmity is killing me, I am wasting my calories.. � � �
I am always the enemy.. � � �
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Like Vesper� "" There isn't enough room for me and your ego.. �
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Bingo!.. � � �
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