It's like there's darkness at the edge
of my mind. It gnaws at my thoughts.
Devours it. And they no longer exist
That's what it feels like
this disease.
I can feel it all going again,
all going....
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.........soldiers................!
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....ring.............
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what?
Did I tell you
about the time I went on holiday
No?
I didn't think so.
I have a story to tell you
but it seems to elude me,
the details of it...
...some times I question
whether it's real.
Polar bears in South Africa?
Or perhaps a brown bear?
My darling grandchild,
I hope to see you
soon.
Buy me the chocolates
I loved to eat as a child
You know which ones I like.
I hope to see you soon.
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Who are you?
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