Flashbacks.

Cara

I​ ​think​ ​the​ ​hardest​ ​part​ ​is​ ​that​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​never​ ​really​ ​goes​ ​away.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​file​ ​it​ ​away​ ​some​ ​days.​ ​Until​ ​a  thought​ ​or​ ​a​ ​phrase​ ​sends​ ​you​ ​back.​ ​Back​ ​to​ ​that​ ​dusty​ ​attic​ ​to​ ​open​ ​that​ ​box​ ​of​ ​memories.​ ​And​ ​you'll​ ​sit  there​ ​and​ ​ask​ ​yourself​ ​why​ ​you​ ​just​ ​can't​ ​bury​ ​the​ ​damn​ ​thing.
  • Author: c.b (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 11th, 2017 22:25
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 25
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  • LML

    I have one of these at least once every couple of hours. I hate PTSD



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