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Listen can you feel it?
That twinge.
The movement of those microscopic hairs.
The vibration of the rim of the drum.
Sliding ever deeper into the gray.
Visuals now come into play.
A mother, a father a day long lost.
Emotion now takes the stage.
Teetering twixt reality and illusion.
Your heart flutters.
A monarch of expression.
Damns open.
Rivers burst.
Then a kind voice calls.
"It's time for medication."
Stanley Victor Paskavich

(I'm a Disabled USAF Gulf War Vet. That suffers from PTSD and Bipolar Disorder)

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