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jason


 

 he that cures or healing

who can live up to such a name 

he can 

he heals everybody

through his love 

his sweet personality 

his kindness

but he that cures can not cure himself

fraility continues to set in his body

he loses use of his muscles one at a time 

and before you know it 

he that cures can only move his hands jst enough to operate his motorized wheel chair

he struggles to barely move his head in the other direction

he that heals has cured us 

with his love and personality

but we who he has healed 

can only in our wildest dreams cure him

but he who cures has been given a gift

the cure that will send him to heaven 

when he is taken from us with his approaching emminent death 

he who has cured us is jason

he will soon be cured but only after his physical body has left us

 

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