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Created on: October 30, 2008
In memory of my father
When I was very little,
From the first day I was born,
I was very brittle,
When I was just three years old,
I almost died,
Thanks to my Dad,
He replaced my blood,
He was ready,
To give his life away for me,
To save his only little girl,
He did everything possible,
To save that little brittle heart that day,
Thanks to my Dad,
I am here today,
And I am still very brittle for that certain day.
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