Without suffering, there is no compassion.
It’s like the wind, I can’t see it but I can feel it. I feel wonder, beauty, joy, love. It’s the center of everyting.
I’m scared of not being with you.
Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I have for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I’m sick, to help me through all of this. You’re my angel.
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