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