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What About Herswords fly through my mind constantly never stop i put them together and they sound like music but when i need them they all hide from me how do you find the words to say i miss you if this is how i feel in my world what about hers she goes from day to day never any difference christmas went by with only 5 minuets of recognition people are born people die in her world no difference how alzheimers can take the care away is sad if this is how i feel in my world what about hers at first i was angry at her indifference to life but then i realized her emotions were gone as we know she goes through the motion but that is all her emotions now come out as fear or anger if this is how i feel in my world what about hers love is constant companionship someone to hug be there where we can relate love to a whole bunch of things they can only relate to personal needs no desires warmth hugs feed sometimes sleep that is their world if this is how i feel in my world what about hers Vote for this poem
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