Oh, my brain, my brain it’s dead,
I forget every word me, myself, and I have said.
Blank minded, blank stare,
no memories found anywhere.
My brain it’s dust; it gets blown around,
I listen closely, silent, no fainted sound.
Empty notions, empty thoughts,
it’s the words said that I’ve forgot.
I'm speechless.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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I have been there where I can not remember what I just said and wonder if dementia had taken my head. A lovely write so identifiable
Don’t talk like that Soren, have you ever heard of Gastrodia? What do you think?
Never heard of Gastrodia Demar
I’ve been mumbling up my words so much these days I just want to start barking…
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