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Jul 09, 2006 16:41

All the way home, I wished that I felt the air outside, the rain coming down.

I wanted to tell someone who wouldn't ignore it.  Stop ignoring it.  I can't ignore it.  I'd love to be able to do that, but it's just not possible when I'm laying there staring at it.  Staring and staring and staring and thinking, Hmm.  I could do it.

I can't ignore that.  It wouldn't be right if I did, anyway, because if I was supressing it, that would be the opposite of dealing with it.

I wonder if any of the doctors at the hospital would still try to save you if they weren't getting paid for it?
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