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Feb 2015
On my own
I venture out
On to the world of my own doubt
World of wonder
That I will know
When I figure it all out

I am what I am
I'll except that now
Playing with a broken hand
I'll make it work somehow

Clearing mountains
Waterfalls
I try to keep up my own pace
Running down
Seattle hills
Just to feel the wind on my face

I am what I am
I'll except that now
Playing with a broken hand
I'll make it work somehow

And don't you leave me alone,
I'm here
The vultures come in like crows
And disappear
They feed off my heart
And my fear
But I'll stay strong
I'll remain so strong
Work in progress
Spencer Carlson
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Spencer Carlson  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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