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Not Quite Lost 
Don’t Go ……
Don’r ever ever ever give up …………
Your Friend
Cat xx
I don’t want you to quit. Don’t give up! If this is what you mean.
OK oh mad one, what’s occuring?
Send a message via a pigeon or a highly trained swat cat but either let me know you are ok please 🙂
Kind Regard and Stealth Cyber hugs
Kevin
We have just started our friendship and I don’t like many people so please do go anywhere.
Don’t leave! You know we love and care for you. I need you!! You are my blogging sista! hugs!
😦 Don’t go…
Aw. 😦 *hugs* Are you all right?
Come back please.
I don’t even want to live…
I understand and just read your other post – am crying too now. Come back.
No don’t cry. Not everyone is meant to live, at least not anyone with all of my illnesses 😦 But whatever.
You have reasons to live! Yes you do! And you know it! You can fight this! And there is a light at the end of the tunnel even though you feel like you are surrounded by total darkness. You know it, I know it… Come on, you have no idea how you lift up our spirits. We need you!
Will wait on you until you’re back with us. In the meantime, here’s hoping you beat the crap outta your depression.
thanks babe, so far it’s kicking my ass & dragging me under 😦
That’s it–I’m going to your house with my nuke and I’m blasting it into the next galaxy.
Sending warrior karma your way,baby.
Thanks Sugar! You can come to to my house!!!! ❤
Yer on baby!
Sadly it can kick your butt at times, That is the reason I seldom stick my butt out there, Well that and the fact that last time I did someone used it to park their bike 🙂
Thinking of you
Kind Regards and God Bless,
Kevin.
Thanks for the giggles Kevin!
Love & hugs,
Jill