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My so called Life
EcoreForSure


Age: 117
Sex: F
Location: Cali-i-forn-eye-A
State: California

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...But I am too weak to be your cure. Monday, November 05, 2007

"If I could I would shrink myself, sink through your skin to your blood cells, remove whatever makes you hurt...But I am too weak to be your cure."

My uncle Augie is having open heart surgery today. He has alot of tumors, and one is right by his heart. The doctors once said that no doctor in the worls is good enough to preform the surgery, because its too near his heart, and too dangerous. But I guess they are gonna do it now.  My aunt said it was a 50-50 chance. We're not sure if she meant a 50-50 chance he will come out of the surgery, or a 50-50 chance they will be able to remove the surgery. I'm assuming it means a half chance he will make it out of the surgery, but I hope not...I hope hes okay. Hes like one of my favorite uncles. Last year, 3 of my cousins died from my moms side, and one of my moms aunts. I was really praying that this year would be a good year for us, and I still am. I'm praying for him, and I think he will be okay. He has to be. I will update with his condition when I find out.

Heres a song that makes me think about him, by Brand New, my favorite band. :]

Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won. Worry and wake the ones you love. A phone call I'd rather not receive. Please use my body while I sleep. My lungs are fresh and yours to keep, Kept clean and they will let you breathe. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind. Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night. The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed. So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around. I'm not writing my goodbyes. I submit no excuse. If this is what I have to do I owe you every day I wake. If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind. Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone
and waited out the night. The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed. So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around. I'm not writing my goodbyes. I'm not letting you check out. You will beat this starting now and you will always be around. I'm there to monitor your breathing I will watch you while you're sleeping. I will keep you safe and sound. Does anybody remember back when you were very young. Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?

 




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