Gone they have Not
My actions have turned into muscle memory,
my memories have blurred.
I can no longer see,
I no longer distinct.
The faces are fading but the names are etched.
I am going blind but I can feel by touch.
My head explodes
I can feel the blood
I stretch my hand
And it splatters my bones
Thinning and thickening
Dripping and not
The memories are fading
Gone they have not
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