There’s always
A part
Of u that gets
Left behind
Heart aches
A souvenir of all
The spilt blood
U have seen
Existing in a fake world
Of illusion and
Delusion
PTSD they call it
A fine line
Between the here and
What once was
Of yesterday
A land of shadows
Confusion
Madness
Wishing just one day
To be the man
U once were
Under bright sunshine
After combat
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