# 324
half moon sets slowly
bright, open, crisp expansive sky
I am still quite small
what was PTSD
appeared to be a personal
Pandora's Box with the
potential of rolling me over flat
it's burden too mystical
too heavy
confusing
felt like the waves
got taller and taller
the back pull, the water
dragging back out to sea
got stronger and stronger
with no way to talk about it
nothing to grab on to
no way to save myself from drowning.
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