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I can't remember all the times I cried,
That day they told me that you had died.
You? That's impossible I said,
They told me you died in a hospital bed.
You would never give up, you were too strong,
Alas, some peoples lives are taken so wrong.
What about the baby, is she okay?
She didn't get to live, not even a day.
They say that you're in a better place,
That doesn't care about religion or race.
Please come back, just for a day,
There are so many things that I forgot to say.
R.I.P Gina Baker, and her unborn baby.
I still can't seem to get over their death, even though it happened over a year ago.
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