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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..

 
       
Siren wailing!..  (Male voice on radio)        
     
"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..      
       
       
I am not the smartest        
of folks, but I go with connections rather than sensations..         
       
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..        
       
Like Vesper  "" There isn't enough room for me and your ego..  
 
Bingo!..        
       
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
Published | Edited 22nd Sep 2023
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