Place where the thought run wild sometimes.
Diary that shall be the reminder when dementia hit.
Place where my ranting seems less important to others.
Place to sharpen my writing skills.
Pouring my heartfelt when the chest seems suffocated.
Thought, memories, feeling, rants that might help someone with similar position.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2016
The courage that I don't have
Or because I actually seen the after-damage when things fell apart.