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25 years later and it’s still 2 a.m.
A vulgar intruder into the subconscious of my dreams
Night after sleepless night, the fear now dissipated to frustration
Long wakeful hours pining for daylight
Daring to hope
That someone may have stopped you when I couldn’t
Recording Life Under the radar 
Whoa. That’s a heavy one. I love it. There is hefty emotion lurking there.
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Post traumatic stress doesn’t only happen in wartime. What a frightening scenario your character is re-living never able to escape the past.
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Oh and FRIST!
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Oh the wishes held in the empty arms of 2am *sigh*
*hugs*
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This leaves me hushed and wondering…Something horrible happened, and it never really goes away.
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It’s 2:30 a.m., and I’m writing this comment. I understand your situation. Even with medication I can sleep only short stretches at a time. Very frustrating, indeed.
Blessings and Bear hugs!
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Painful and aching with longing, regret and so much more. (((hugs))))
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Those “white nights” when sleep won’t come are always so full of regret.
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Very good take. My dad had ptsd; it was so hard to see him suffer
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Wow! 25 years. Medication doesn’t take care of it all, we need a real cure for this.
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words of power and emotion (which may be one and the same thing), helluva Six
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We’ve all experienced a night or two or ten like that, but 25 years? So tragic!
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Ouf! nuit blanche or nightmares after so many years, very sad.
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Words so powerfully strung together, thoughts too painful to contemplate yet sometimes they never go away.
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