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PTSD
The visions, they have come again,
Not the first time nor the last.
For as I am bound within these walls,
So too I'm bound to past.
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I can't see far within this gloom,
I can't gaze far ahead.
In the future there is nothingness,
In past, nothing but dread.
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Sometimes I believe it's a dream
Falsehood to keep me sane.
Delusions to protect sanity,
Lies to protect my brain.
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The psychs, they say they're here to help,
They want me to confide.
But they won't or cannot help,
Can't remove which is inside.
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There's nothing they can do to stop this,
There's nothing I will say.
Don't care about this "convergence,"
Just move from day to day.
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But the visions in my head get worse,
Sanity's lost its grace.
I'm left with nothing but the gloom,
In the dead of space.