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Rated: E · Monologue · Dark · #2296141
how a person with dementia feels
I fade.
I am losing who I am,
My memories drift like gossamer in the breeze.

I walk with purpose from one room to another.
Then...
What did I come for?
Frustration bubbles, the thought out of reach.

Family gazes at me,
Silent grief ravages their faces,
and I am afraid.

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