Alzheimer's

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So high, doubting constantly my sanity, swallowing up your attention, because in my reality, it's the only that distracts me.

It seems that I've lost my appetite, preffering only my food with you, just say your not hungry, I just might starve myself as proof.

& even if I'm always tired, just let me sleep all day, I'm okay. To busy preserving your aroma from our bed, well what's left of it anyways.

Yet forgetting a lot these days, fearing there's something here I missed, your face, that gorgeous face, the only thing I refuse to forget.

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