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7 years ago seems as of yesterday I can still hear her breathing see her smile watch her as though she wanted to hide so small so pure so tiny innocent her first words first steps things I'll never get to cherish our first real shared heart break a child our child our daughters heart waiting for Mommy's musicians hands to create a beat Daddy's artist hands to sculpt who are you talking to he asks you can't see her in front of you? 20 and 22 I'm so sorry baby I'm so sorry
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