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I have pnuemonia still, and it is really beginning to drag me down. My grandpa died from it so of course I am paranoid. I want to cry because I am sick of being sick. I want to be bubbly and back to myself but with pnuemonia that obviously takes a good amount of time. It is making me sad and think "I don't want to die of this, my whole family would be torn apart if i died from pnuemonia". I just feel down and I cant seem to put a positive thought in my head. I will be fine once I am better, but until then I feel sad and mopey.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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