Eugenia is still alive?

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Oh, a woman I... ran into.  And, lost track of since.  I was too busy dying myself to... follow another.  Not that I didn't care, or do?  But... I do.  I hadn't heard from, of, her in some time.  Still, a friend of sorts, once?  Or so I believed.  It sounds like the time is drawing nigh?

From, some... strange girl, somewhere.  But, I like the cut of her jib.  I hope people listen.  It's a tight thing, to struggle between life and death.  To be honest, the barbs people throw... at least for me... have been graces?  Sure, they hurt.  But, those have given me the grace to seek humility, the strength to go on, and not allowed me to just... sit, and die.  But, I think, they have damned some folk.  And, honestly, that hurts more than else.

As I sit here, shivering.  For my own proximity to death.  Though, in part, in sympathy?  Something.  Yes.  Oh, the video.

And... a little musical prayer, of sorts?  Of sorts.

I hope she finds a better way.  If not, I hope she finds peace.  I've thought of her through the years.  Said small prayers.  Remember her.  Still have hope.  While life remains, so too hope.