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I've pretty much accepted I am bat shit crazy and I no longer attempt to conceal it from family or society. It is such a relief. I deal with things the best I can. BTW, I see the ghosts of friends who died in Iraq when I am under stress and I know they are hallucinations, but they bring me comfort so why try to stop seeing them?
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Give a man a match, & he'll be warm for 20 seconds. But toss that man a white phosphorus grenade and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
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