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11:13 a.m. - 2002-04-28 Alzheimers, diapers, loneliness, Chaotic interior/exterior mess... Surviving, far from thriving, Golden years..........? Family fears........ Will I get it too? When I am old, like you? Shame, childhood shame, Alice they blame......... But Alice, didn't even keep her own name.....at two The pain...accidental or not Of being shot..........just a babe.... Then taken away, from the only family she knew..........They gave....her to you.....at fifty and sixty two.... And she.........knew..... For her first words ....alone.... a mighty big clue...."I want to go........home...." From a.....baby....only... two.......... In time, she wouldn't even know... who... Alice was..... Her world became chaotic, sometimes insane.......neurotic...... Because there wasn't a clue......... To put together the puzzle.....of who...... New...Donna....really was....... Sensations, strange feelings, obsessions, temperamental sessions grew.. Life always a struggle, a puzzle...men turned untrue.. To her deep needs....only vaguely in view... Deeply rooted in who... Alice was.
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