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Saturday, Jan. 06, 2024
1:37 a.m.
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I hope that when the dementia burns through my brain, like water drops on tissue paper, that it burns out the mean and leaves behind kind. I hope my frail neurons reach across the gaps to grow fresh pleasantries where before there were none. I hope to be the sort of nice old grandma that says comforting warm shit and not hateful shit.

I hope.


probably not.

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