I am the love you have for her.
I am the lips she kisses you with.
I am her cheeks when she is embarrassed.
I am the roses she recieves on Valentine's Day.
I am the hearts she once drew on her notebook.
I am the ribbon she wears to support a cure.
..........A cure for her disease.
..........A cure for what will be the end of her.
I am breast cancer.
I am pink.
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