Wants
I want purely perfect health, I want an end to chemotherapy, an end to the suffering. I want peace of mind, to stop the constant worrying. I want her him to be in pure pleasure. I want relief, I want our hopes fulfilled. I want the answer to all our prayers. I want an end to the pitiful pain, but most of all, I want a cure.
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