Just woke up from one. The joys of going off meds, booze, the works and still having PTSD. My recommendation is don't shoot people they come back at night. Funny, I woke up covered in sweat, my pathetic air bed half across the room, reached for my bottle of vodka to stop the skakes, it wasn't there, they weren't there. I'm sorry for what I did, not sorry for who I am. Vodka brought no bodies back, not even mine. Its all good.
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