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Wasted In Terror


 

 

Forgetting in general is not something I have to remind myself or others I won't do.

Nine eleven, 

PTSD,

depression,

and anxiety.

America is the cause but it's our favorite remedy,

Refuge from the torture and the disparity.

My terror is terrorized.

I see through the smoke screen and debris that still exists...

I guess I'm also a terrorist.

People pulling all my triggers...

Boom there goes my memories,

Alzheimer's, 

Demented by the day's end...

Make sure I have these photos so I never forget...

The ways... I never forgot what they did,

and what they said.

If my words offend you, the truth was wasted.  

 

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