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Trauma’s Song
Trauma. I am no stranger to its ways.
It comes without warning and takes hold playing me like a fiddle. It readies its bow and strikes the dissonant chords of an all-too familiar place.
Trauma. I am no stranger to its ways.
It comes without warning and takes hold playing me like a fiddle. It readies its bow and strikes the dissonant chords of an all-too familiar place.