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Olivia


Many things lost, many things gained. Families torn through pain and strain, Yet, our hopeful survivors still stand tall. A loved one lost, her initials O.C. Please God be good to her as she was so good to me. A life taken too young, no time to spare. Nobody will understand how much we cared. A school banned together as one, to remember all the good things she had done. An angel on Earth now with wings to fly, We miss you, love you and know you are by our side.
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