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Ptsd
PTSD, this is nothing that's new, it's just a new label to stick on you They now blame it on the wars today, unless for your trauma they have to pay. Then all of a sudden, it changes it's name, and you are accused of the malingering game. So you lost an eye, arm or a leg or two, that's happened for years, it's nothing new. No one over the years ever tried to explain, when you scream and shout they say your insane. You could fight and yell until you were numb, then they hid you away in the insane asylum. Now in the 21st century, they start to see, that your moaning and griping is reality. Your suffering can't be swept under the mat, too many now shouting, we deserve better than that. We were beaten, spit on, blown up and abused, why should we take this, we're not the accused. We did our duty as we were ordered to on the day, now all we ask for is a sense of fair play. Years ago when into a corner we would flee, from years of molestation and depravity. Whether your a child or have already grown old, you have a story that needs to be told, If your in authority listen to me please. This pain hidden inside is not a disease © Dave Timperley 19 August 2016
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