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War nightmares


  I scream in my sleep not because someone is hurting me but because of loud booms and bangs and people telling me to get down. I scream in my sleep cause garnades are being thrown in every direction and going off and killing my bestfriends in a slip second. I sit in darkness reapting to myself every boom is a bomb every crack is a gun shot I've got PTSD thanks to serving to lady liberty whos so sick of war that even she turned green what am i fighting for now that I'm home. I cant get loud noises out of my head my mind is on reapt on reapt of that day i lost friendsnon that day i lost my leg arm and three of my fingers i sit in my bed screaming un darkness i keep reapting every boom is bomb every crack is a gun shot I've got PTSD that to serving to lady liberty who is so sick of was that even she turn green what am i fighting for now that I'm home.

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