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Dec 2023
Why and
what the hell are you worrying about today, tomorrow you'll forget and any worries that you had will be far away
( at least from your short-term memory )

it means nothing to me
my memory is shot.

Facebook spits out daily things I'd forgot and then I remember them until I forget them again and when I've forgotten them again it's back to the plain old sailing, everything's failing or falling apart but I can't remember what,

Facebook should have a spot weld for memories.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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