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(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and positively affected this southeastern residing Pennsylvania papa)! Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth contagious exuberance, gung-ho, infectious jubilance noah dearth which eye opening (then tearing) podcast link sent tummy FaceBook account, she distilled and didst poignantly blog the purpose driven life, no matter...hmm... her existential time nearing thee finis line on planet Earth though upworthy defying deathly clasp of grim reaper, who scythe lent lee doth await she (titled lass of poem) established a substantial supportive network, via such an up beat aura, charisma, persona, et cetera create ting global bond sans, world wide web, aye equate chance lucky opportunity to witness airily especial and gutsy acceptance of her (congenital) grim fate while this healthy (as an oxymoron) lix spit tilling chap doth hate sweaty palms (a minor, though tolerable inconvenience) versus being irate at an accursed disease still no cure as of late, yet...state of the art revolutionary treatments provide longevity, and... YES possibility to discover a mate though consigning severe limitations but...WOW, that girl (unknown til yesterday) doth narrate positivity, which amazing will power didst permeate, within thine noggin triggering sincere flowing tears bursting forth at an unstoppable rate hence this attempted rye ming livingsocial tribute to go for broke esprit de corps elan trait completing a bucket list while eternal sleep will wait!
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
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Claire Wineland -
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and positively affected this southeastern residing Pennsylvania papa)! Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth contagious exuberance, gung-ho, infectious jubilance noah dearth which eye opening (then tearing) podcast link sent tummy FaceBook account, she distilled and didst poignantly blog the purpose driven life, no matter...hmm... her existential time nearing thee finis line on planet Earth though upworthy defying deathly clasp of grim reaper, who scythe lent lee doth await she (titled lass of poem) established a substantial supportive network, via such an up beat aura, charisma, persona, et cetera create ting global bond sans, world wide web, aye equate chance lucky opportunity to witness airily especial and gutsy acceptance of her (congenital) grim fate while this healthy (as an oxymoron) lix spit tilling chap doth hate sweaty palms (a minor, though tolerable inconvenience) versus being irate at an accursed disease still no cure as of late, yet...state of the art revolutionary treatments provide longevity, and... YES possibility to discover a mate though consigning severe limitations but...WOW, that girl (unknown til yesterday) doth narrate positivity, which amazing will power didst permeate, within thine noggin triggering sincere flowing tears bursting forth at an unstoppable rate hence this attempted rye ming livingsocial tribute to go for broke esprit de corps elan trait completing a bucket list while eternal sleep will wait!
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So many years Feeling bad about myself Berating my being For being Fundamentally flawed Fragmented Irreparable I wish someone had noticed Me Pulling the hair off of my head Me Flailing about Like a trout Out of water Me Stepping on All of the rakes Unintentionally But also Sometimes Fully aware Of where They were lurking in the grass And I wish they’d said To me Stop Stop Stop. Breathe. Look around. You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re beautiful And young And you couldn’t possibly know How quickly time runs away. So stop. Stop saying What’s wrong with me?! You can stop Because I’m here To tell you. What is wrong With you Is That life Fooled you Into thinking That there’s something wrong With you.
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
J-F_Daignau1t
So Many Years
So many years Feeling bad about myself Berating my being For being Fundamentally flawed Fragmented Irreparable I wish someone had noticed Me Pulling the hair off of my head Me Flailing about Like a trout Out of water Me Stepping on All of the rakes Unintentionally But also Sometimes Fully aware Of where They were lurking in the grass And I wish they’d said To me Stop Stop Stop. Breathe. Look around. You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re beautiful And young And you couldn’t possibly know How quickly time runs away. So stop. Stop saying What’s wrong with me?! You can stop Because I’m here To tell you. What is wrong With you Is That life Fooled you Into thinking That there’s something wrong With you.
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