imagined I would see old on a wheelchair, visibly ill. But you are young, beautiful, sometimes more in mind yourself, or perhaps to others, not to see them run away.
The disease is also this. The incurable disease that will slow down, you distort and eventually kills you. And this is scary, because we live in a world in which we always talk as if you were immortal. The disease is not considered.
is designed for the future.
met this woman I was terrified. It has the same appearance of the girl I just met in the subway, yet it's dying. Look closely into his eyes, as if he could see the soul. Do you mind trying violates the courage that you have to ask what it all means.
is about his symptoms, what it means change, change the days when you can not speak or move a muscle while your brain is functioning well enough to try the double pain of compassion of others. He talks about the diagnosis, 20 years ago, dreams of a girl went slowly dissolving.
You have no autonomy, limbs tremble and you can not do anything to control it. You smile but you see all around you no longer have that sense of eternal, stable and durable. You leave and then lots of thoughts. More, more, more.
And then a new relapse, a new high and a new low, until you lose all sense.
And then we'll be back there, with that of pure white coat that is our true to ourselves know (i) ... ithout
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