infant

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Beautiful Baby Rosy Cheeks Eyes Like The Ocean A Smile That Melts My Heart    Curious Baby Eager to Learn Crawling and Exploring Each Day a New Adventure   Loving Baby
Some people say the dead cannot speak. They speak. We speack. I speak.
  I look into your eyes, and I feel adoration so strong. And as I watch you sleep so soundly,  I begin to get sad.  I know that one day you might be unfairly judged and your heart might get broken.
The first time I held you In my arms I chose To love you Unconditionally Even though You were Tragically addicted At only Four precious days old.
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