My Cancer Angel💖
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My book is special dedication to my bother Dylan who was battling cancer at age 10 but he lost his battle to Cancer 2 years ago in December
I want to write poems; stories and my family battle throughout it all
I am luckiest sister in the world have a loving; caring, brother like him and never forget good memories those tears are still there in my heart but I'm going set him free and i wished there was phone to heaven to hear your voice and giggles again we all love you & proud of you sleep tight dylan
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