F.A.I.T.H.
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I did this poem to show that cancer kids,adults.... Are WORTH living and that they should never give up and be lonely and depressed everyday,every time, every moment... BE HAPPY AND LIVE.
:) :) I hope it's good and by the way it is the first poem I write and I'll be better as the days pass.. And p.s in this F.A.I.T.H. , there is going to be more than one poem I hope. Thank you :)
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