Information looped and over loaded tonight ..{PTSD STRICKING}... :(... Poem

I have walked over a thousand miles.
I have crossed over a hundred roads.
I have done many jobs.
Somethings I loved others I regretted,
but all I will never be able to change or alter.
Today I realized I am getting older and older,
but I also now pray for death to come soon.
Maybe when death arrives I will be forgotten,
and I could also forget as well.
No more night sweats …
No more loneliness in the crowded places…
No More memories, No more pain …


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