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Oct 2012
I shared my life with you,
helping you every chance I got.

You made it through,
I made it through,
We made it through,
Those tough times.

But now, you're letting go.
And now you're loosing hope.
And now, you're slipping.

Please hold on.
Keep hope.
Hold tight.

If you're loosing strength, here; take half of mine.
If you're loosing hope, have part of mine. I can hope for the both of us.
If you're slipping, just take my hand.

I'm never letting go. I Promise.
I Pinky Promise.
Daughter
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Daughter  OLYMPIA
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