I wish I could tell you get well, but I know it will not help, your illness is forever unless a cure can be found you spend your time just getting by through the pain through the days unrelenting it continues I want to cure you to help you do not have the skill there’s nothing I can do nothing I can do
Reason for writing:
dedicated to a friend with CF and brittle bone syndromeBirth sign: Not entered
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