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My dearest, Ill sing you a song. One of unicorns and angels. One to ease your mental and physical pain. Oh my dearest, How I wish to carry the burden of your etternal pain so that in your last waking hours you could live as a normal child. A life witout tubes and pills and countless nights in a hospital room. Oh my dearest, I held your hand through every violation of your mind. Hopeing that each time they made a new cut or shaved a little of your black hair it would lead to a better future. The one you deserve. The one filled with unicorns and angels. My dearest Emani, Do not leave me so young. For I will lose what little Faith I h