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|lillypad (profile) wrote, |
on 02-13-09 at 1:13am
|Once upon a time, there were some crazy kids who went off and joined the army. They left their chicks and went off to shoot some commies. Somewhere along the way they lost their God, their goals, and their good hearts. They banged out a few rounds, left the poor suckers for dead, and went along their merry ways.
When they got home, they discovered in time they couldn't get back into the swing of things. Gunshots cracked inside their skulls, blood dripped from the faucets, and children they didn't even know woke them each and every night.
After a while of sleep deprivation, starvation, and intoxication, the therapists started mumbling and bumbling, throwing out acronyms, confusing medical terms, and symptoms written up like a rule book. Then those four letters, P...T...S...D...justified the transition-free waking death called real life.
....I dropped out of school.