Pain from the Past

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Unaware cause he lingers
Presents unannounced
Trapped deep in the gut
lost connection to the mind

A time traveler
coming from the past

Seemingly unrelated
leaves no time to think twice 
forces his way
vomit goes up

A time traveler
coming from the past

Crashing your chest as normal
Madness and fright in his eyes
Is he a rescuer
Or pure saboteur

A time traveler
coming from the past

'Freeze, fight or take flight'
I hear him recite
unsure of his mind
keeps screaming commands

  
An action calls for a reaction,
to exist, you need to survive

A time traveler
coming from the past

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