Day 29
I can't look through windows;
I'd either be out in the cold,
Or craving sweet escape,
So I just keep my eyes tight shut.
I can't look through windows;
I'd either be out in the cold,
Or craving sweet escape,
So I just keep my eyes tight shut.
I'm fuzzy on facts and places. Memory, for me, misplaces People's names and faces. My mind is loosey-goosey, Non-stick specifics are...
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