Do you remember the sound of the feet you heard stomping on the ground?
The smell of the their sweat as they hunt you down?
Trying not to breath so loud
Can you feel them?
Can you feel them now?
It rushes you like a tide, you begin to wonder why even hide, they come
You stand your terrain feeling utterly insane, they're here
Come out
Your mind has you blind
Tremors go down your spine
Open your eyes!
See where you are? You're in bed
Not at war, they call it PTSD
You'll always have it
Even when you get older
Always ask for help!
Talk to someone!
They always say....
How can I be right here
Yet, so far away?

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