Monday
September 30, 2013
Autumn · 2 entries
Staring down the barrel of my own PTSD. At the accounts office of HU Hospital.
It was a thing that happened. Any descriptive words that come to mind are simply empty vowels conjured to solidify meaning. Witness and feel. Don't define. It is what it is until it isn't anymore.
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