Stages Of Alzheimer’s

What would it be like if everyday was a new day, not because you decided to but you couldn’t help it, the disease was eating away at your memory.

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Lust And Loved

How often do we let infatuation be confused as love? How often do we let lust over shadow us and confuse it with love?
What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.