Tonight I smacked back at the evil and bruising grip on my wrist. I wanted to bite to get away. I didn't bite but wormed my way free.
I'm sitting distant from the OH. He's now sitting, eyes closed, in a little world of his own. I still want to smack his silly face into next week and return the kicks.
I don't like him. I haven't liked him for a long time, before the signs and symptoms of the Alz Dem.
I could so easily become the bad person I feel inside.
I owe him so much but that's another lifetime story.
Hell's bells ... what have I become?
I'm sitting distant from the OH. He's now sitting, eyes closed, in a little world of his own. I still want to smack his silly face into next week and return the kicks.
I don't like him. I haven't liked him for a long time, before the signs and symptoms of the Alz Dem.
I could so easily become the bad person I feel inside.
I owe him so much but that's another lifetime story.
Hell's bells ... what have I become?
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