PTSD

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just cuz its over
doesn't mean its done for me
the memories replay
sending me back to the scene

breaking and breathing
grasping for just one more day
fighting and screaming
clutching comforts to keep me sane

dreams of fairytale candyland highs
but feeling impossible when i can't even seem to try
flashbacks and panic, it all feels the same
crying on floor wishing out to another way

would you blame me
for the trauma i cant get past
for the pain i just cant see through
for the person im trying be

but i can stand on solid ground
when theres no footholds to stay alive
crumbling apart every day
counting all the time, just trying to thrive

one, two, three, four

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