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Room 327

flesh and blood isn't everything

Having all of time and space

dream to nightmare

Hope



my "friend"

Ghost

Now and forever

a Getaway

Round 2

gone to young

Alone

risking it all

Driving on a highway

told im kid

the art that is frowned upon

Coming out to my parents

Always Grey never black and white

Stuck in Solitude

One option out of millions

Looking for you

The world so cruel

The mask

The way I am

Just because

The happy one

Pain but Glory

Day 4

back on the bus

Breaking the addication

You are Caffiene

A Single Man, Idol and Friend to Many RIP

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The golden days
The days before the first tbi
The days of being reckless
Not a care in the world
Not thinking about how much brain damage I have
Doing random things hit head here and there
Never thinking
 
Hardly able to remember
I could remember after the first
The first one happening almost a decade ago
During the last three minutes of a hockey game
Cross-checked from the side on a one on one
Flying backwards back and head snapped against the boards
Resulting in an overnight stay in the ER
Unable to remember my name for twenty-four hours
Seven and a half years later still unable to remember what happened
Only know what others have said what happened
 
Six and a half years after the first
A collision of two people landed a trip back to the ER
Round two of tbi
Back to the camp
For another day
Hearing later that
Running out of a room colliding with a friend
Doing a face plant into the cement floor
Minutes later throwing up
While on the way to the ER
Everything a blur from that month
Hearing a detailed account of what happened from friends and advisors on the trip
Going back to the camp after the ER
Sleeping rock solid all night long
 
Just under seven and a half years after the first
Less than a year from the second tbi
Having fun on the fourth of July
Playing volleyball, and hanging out with my cousins dog
The only things I remember of being on the lake that day
Finding out later from my sister and Aunt
Someone slammed a sliding door on my head
Realizing that’s why I only remember two things
Thankful for it happening in the summer
Not really considering it happened two weeks before my final exam for a class
Three weeks since the door slammed on my head
Still dealing with headaches, and forgetfulness
Along with always being tired
Not enough hours in a day to get enough sleep
Realizing now to be more protective of my head





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