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Walking the white halls and all I can hear are their heart beats, their pain filled cries. I have to help them. Help stop the pain from consuming their small, young, weak, and frail bodies. Stop the tears from rolling down their pale face and get rid of the sadness in their eyes. I will fight with them in the biggest fight they could face in their life, a fight that they should not have to face when their life is just beginning. The fight to live another day. I will do everything I can to be able to get these young children back to living a long healthy life that they deserve. Won't you help me do so?

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