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Dear Shane, you will get well. You have a long battle ahead. Fight it with all your might. Don't give up. Look straight into the eye of death. Tell it to go back. Ask death to come - when you are 100 years old, when all your hair turns silver, and all your teeth fall off. That is when you will meet death, smiling.
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Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
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Dear Shane, you will get well. You have a long battle ahead. Fight it with all your might. Don't give up. Look straight into the eye of death. Tell it to go back. Ask death to come - when you are 100 years old, when all your hair turns silver, and all your teeth fall off. That is when you will meet death, smiling.
We are with you. Keep on fighting.
Blue-Sapphire
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Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
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