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Triggers


Triggers are like demons When the threat is there the trigger is created Which creates my demon But sometimes even when the threat is not directed at me it traps me It traps me because the trigger was created and now presents itself It wraps me in a cocoon of the past To where I can't escape from it Yelling day or night Endless hours of yelling Sometimes two hours straight Triggers are a threat to me They remind me of unpleasant times The triggers create a fight or flight response immediately Except I can't fight my trigger I can't flee from it either I am stuck like glue to construction paper Doesn't matter It's always there Drag me to a room and that's it The danger is immediate Will it go away? Or will I be stuck this way forever?
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