Fighting changes

Fighting changes

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It was when I was two, and all I remember is someone taking me too a new home and me crying. There where all of these new people to take care of me. An still to this day I will never know what went thru their heads about giving me up, but now I am glad that they did because then I wouldn't have the people that I love so much now in my life and everyday to tell me that they love me.
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