Trauma

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No mater who you are
No mater where you've been
There's something that whelves deep beneath our skin
Reminding us of our origins
Reminding us of our memories good or bad
A feeling of strange hiraeth or overwhelming dread
When all is well
When all is fine
It silently creeps up your spine
Keeping us bound

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