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I wish I could help. I wish I knew the exact words for comfort. I wish we weren't so grown up, so cynically realistic. I wish there were no illness in the world. No starving, no suffocation, no prolonged and painful way of dying at all. I wish death was an old friend knocking on our door when our hair is grey and our faces wrinkled from a lifetime of smiling. But in the end, reality is what we've got. And we have to plough through.
