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Your hand shakes lips quivering beginning to form a word. But the disease washes the 'you' away leaving me wondering, stuck, alone.
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:46 PM UTC
Disease
Your hand shakes lips quivering beginning to form a word. But the disease washes the 'you' away leaving me wondering, stuck, alone.
#alzheimers#disease#grandma#sad
birdsluvtosurf
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:46 PM UTC
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