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What is PTDS?

It is worse than PTSD!

It is all of that plus more!

It becomes your PLUS ONE and you carry it with YOU !

It is a constant, and it never leaves YOU.

It is with you when you go to sleep.

It is with you when you get up.

It is with you in every move, every step, every breath.

P: Personalized

T: TERROR

D: Destructive

S:Syndrome

When trauma is extreme , you try to live a normal life , but IT is ALWAYS there.

It affects every aspect of every relationship.

It takes the good from you and turns it into almost an EVIL way of being.

You are no longer yourself .

Yourself was lost in the event(s): of pure TERROR!

This is worse than PTSD.

THIS IS PTDS!

For all those that showed me what this is and how ” we all try ” to live with it!

Nobody sees her in her SHELL

Nobody sees me dancing with dread

Laughing and crying are the same thing .

Dampened emotions that make her heart sink

Trapped within herself words that no longer sing !

Faith is no longer kept

Faith was lost !

She missed everything !

Stopped feeling all the vibrations !

Missed the flutter lanes , the quiet of stillness .

She had finally stopped believing!

Life had died , it had to think a way of being reborn !

Trapped in her shell , She became like a trapped bird !

She no longer sang,

She didn’t dance !

She had finally lost get way !

Trapped inside her Shell.

She made the illusion of functioning !

Damaged

Unheard

Unspoken

She became and was NOTHING !

This is what The Shell does !

This is what PTDS does !

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Liar liar

Fire starter

Liar liar

Burns into your Reflection

Cover the Mirror

Darkness sees through

Black Reflection

Black Thoughts

The Black Mirror sees all

Liar liar reflects your tarnished soul

This is what PTDS does !

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Dark

Despair

Lonely Place

So, that particular song and goes.

Hum it!

Feel it!

Know the tragedy of it, from a very lonely Person.

Despair

Dark

ALONE

That very Strong Feeling: I am going to hurt and make anyone I touch, also hurt.

So, Sad , despite all the help and care and love that was given, all that was shared was that , the ultimate reveal: I hurt so badly , all , I can do is cause distortion, destruction, disaster.

It is a very lonely place.

This is PTDS. 🖤🌹🖤

Under the Umbrella, She was USELESS.

Under the Umbrella, She was UNHAPPY.

Under the Umbrella , She was Destructive.

Under the Umbrella, She held it and twirled like a ballerina.

Her vibrations went out, such soul destroying despair.

Everything She touched withered and turned to doom and gloom.

Such was her ” inner sadness”.

She yelled.

She screamed.

If She saw “happiness”, She wanted to RIP it away.

There was always a ” disaster” , this was of her OWN creation.

She could not see beyond herself.

The Vibrations mingled and went out and were felt by those that could receive them.

Under the Umbrella, where She made herself feel safe, the Dark Cloud and Mist would come and go, when it went RED , there was TROUBLE and Turmoil : DESTRUCTION, within HERSELF and those around her.

THIS WAS AND IS PTDS! 🖤🌹🖤

DID GIOVANNI HELP? No, HE TRIED TO CRUSH HER, THEM.

DID STEFANO, his BELOVED, or so, he claimed: NO, NO HE DID NOT!

TRISTAN TRIED, MAYBE HE DID , OR MAYBE HE DIDN’T.

TRISTAN: deep, dark , a sensitive and vibrant SOUL.

The Jankus, The Raven : He just FLEW OFF and made himself a Cuckoo’s Nest.

She was already there .

Under the Umbrella , our Umbral Lord soared: it was his Happy Place.

The Ballerina danced on.

To Lie

To Cheat

To Steal

To Deceive

To Betray

To Hate

To KILL

The Blackened Darkened Flairies

Dance and Sang and beneath the MoonShadows the chanted their OATH !

The Diablo 7 heard them and SMILED !

It didn’t make the hurt go away !

It made it more profound !

As the blackened darkened flairies danced and sang , the forgotten words , thought to be lost in the wind came forth!

They were heard once more!

He will strike at your children : your daughters and your son .

They will come for you too!

Bound !

Tethered !

Your worst fears : for you and your children !

Why would the Kurghan -Ma utter such things ?

The words were never truly believed but feared !

The viciousness of a so called “ Soothe Sayer”!

All SHE was , was a charlatan, wrapped up in and bound by her snake oil!

The sad , betrayed of a beloved friendship (s).

Ellarya remembered !

She cried and that was felt !

TRISTAN 💙🖤💙

Tristan stood up !

He stopped !

He reached out and he squelched the words into nothingness!

He remembered and held those thoughts and reminded her of their children , together!

Life had moved on without them !

Ellarya held onto simply that : her children !

Boil , trouble and plunder!

Threaten , hither and thunder !

To Steal

To Lie

To Cheat

To Hate !

The blackened darkened flairies continued to dance ,sing and REVEAL!

As they danced and Sang , the sucked the light rays and beams and glowed !

They created the dark Rainbows and blood 🩸 tears fell and opened up gloom and dark blossoms bloomed .

Thea, Fraeya and Bella choose their favourite Songs.

They flitted and fluttered and sent out their Vibrations.

He felt them.

He joined them and his Soul Vibrations were felt.

He danced , He sang and he won their hearts and souls.

He lulled them all to sleep and stole their hearts, minds and their inner souls.

He was more than magic in disguise.

Tristan was searching for all the gifts and he placed them into his sword and hid them in his work staff! He attached flags to it to mark it as his.

And so they went on and sang and danced.

Thea, Fraeya and Bella called for the Diablo 7 , 3 of the female 3 were beckoned to arrive.

Perfect.

There was still a party to plan.

And so the Songs they Sang carried on.

Thea, Fraeya and Bella were Dark Black Flaires but like all of our Creatures and inhabitants in our Butterflairy World , they had elements of both Dark and White, that is Good and Bad, or shall we say Evil versus Virtuosity.

They could laugh and giggle and cause trouble.

They looked at Mr.Nice and decided he needed to put into a ” bad” mood!

Mr.Nice was not so Nice. He both LOVED AND HATED WOMEN. He could be kind but he had cold and calculating heart: He could easily undertake all of the 7 deadly sins.

Thea, Fraeya and Bella decided to plague Mr.Nice, so Mr. Nice could reveal his true self : Mr Badman , who had the bite of a Doberman.

He was mean.

He was cruel.

He was anything but Nice.

Fraeya infiltrated: his sight

Thea infiltrated : his ears.

Bella infiltrated : his SOUND.

Our 3 Dark Black Flairies took over his Senses: the ones he developed and relied on to be hiself.

Woe, so sad , is me!

Life just got harder.

Our 3 mischief-makers were going to have fun, like some do at someone else’s expense.

They laughed and danced and created a Song to steal the hearts and minds and souls that controlled sight , sound , feelings that created the SOUL.

Ellarya thought as She watched the shadow of his former self , ” perform”.

Still couldn’t dance

A fine voice that now had been slow and tremulous came back into force.

Well , it tried to.

Yes, it was a TRIUMPH ?

Or was it?

Something, someone was MISSING.

The Jankus had dropped his black feather. He stood over from the lone solitary Tree Perch and the deep loss of the absence was felt.

IT was truly a SAD TRIUMPH.

Bend the rules, make them GREAT AGAIN ?

IT was actually RUINED. Part of its heart and soul was gone.

Mr. Nice had expected all to ” leap” to fulfil his needs, no one could.

YOU see , he had not seen, he actually had LOST, in the END!

Mr. Nice said , ” HAVE A NICE DAY”, and so they did!

He jumped.

He tried to dance.

He screamed his ” RnR ” Scream, not quite as ” high or as forceful ” as , he once was, but all the same: A Pleasant and somewhat of a TRIUMPHANT, not Elephant , performance.

Truly, Mr. Nice , had a WONDERFUL & LOVELY DAY?