posttraumaticstressdisorder

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Infinite Memories
I'm alone and can't sleepThere's no one here but meI'm stuck with all these memoriesIf they could only see
Psychology for the People
Shifting eyes, tight throat, hiding my face as I watch the class make fun of a girl for sharing her issues     about PTSD
The Tragedy of War
In the field, on your toes, eyes always open.Blink, you're dead.
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