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Keeping Hope

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Reads 278
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Haven't you ever just wished for a perfect life? Where everything is like a cake walk, no disasters happening along the way?  Yeah, that's me. I'm definitley that girl, wishing for the perfect life all the time. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend... perfect everything. Perfect will NEVER happen in my life. I mean NEVER. Danger lurks around every corner I turn, every step I take with every breath I breathe. It's been this way since I can remember though.  My name is Hope Chamberlaine, really a funny name in the situation God has placed me in. When I was 4 years old I was diagnosed with cancer, stage 2  Lukemia. Since then my life has revolved around hospitals and medication, yet somehow you're supposed to keep hope somewhere in the midst of all the pain? Got me how people do it, I gave up... until I met this one boy.  His name is Chase Lancing, a new patient in the hospital, with the exact same thing I have. This boy gave me hope, keeping me feeling alive.  Keeping Hope within me.All Rights Reserved

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A First Time For Everything

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