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While Whispering Shadows Conspire
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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder While Whispering Shadows Conspire
The light has gone,
The darkness closes in.
And I'm a little boy again......
... I have to think of who I am,
Of why I'm here ......
Then sleep takes hold,
Or is it death?
Perhaps with mornings dawn.
There will be answers......
If I awake.
If .......
I'm not dead.
Giajl © Jim Love
