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What Living With PTSD Feels Like

Everyone else treats the rotting things that are falling
from your lips like they are sugar spun soft as cotton candy,
because people don’t want to see something ugly 
When it is more efficient and less painful to see
something pretty and acceptable inside their heads.

Why I Am No Longer Looking For A Soulmate

Who was the person who had always held my heart and treated it with the utmost care? Who was the person who gently nursed it back to health each time? Who was the person who deserved my gentle heart more than anyone I had given it to? The answer was always there. It was me.

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