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PTSD P Pain pistols punishment for public pissings. Please pay attention to my plee for peaceful pleasure. My painful playfulness turns to rage when police pull me over for swerving peacefully in and out of traffic the P did this to me. T Tragic thoughts, traumatic brain injuries I receive for my country's to be free. As I sleep I See trees with Tyranchalers chasing after me I Wake up to breath then I go pee thought the window I see the tree , all **** it's time for a drink or a hit the T did that to me. S Sodamy, I am a sex fene it's the trill of the hunt, the silence of the stunt. Server mental illness takes over me, stress from the drugs and drinking still starves me. Strain on my family u see sex drug rock and roll is what I need or may another WAR!! The S did that to me. D DEVILISH distorted dreamS I have and see my new enemy is society.

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