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Birds of December Part 2

by @SacredInkedBlood

there's nothing left for me to do, I'm just a nobody to everybody, with me they are done & through, already gone & deleted from their human minds, like a recording that's gone before rewind, nothing but their trash, after it's burned down to ash, like ashes to dust, I'm still scattered here & there, still just making a mess.
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Written by
SacredInkedBlood
F / Tennessee
Published
Dec 20, 2020
Time
1m
Notes

2 Corinthians 5:8

We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.

Romans 14:8

If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

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#spiritual#trash#dust#deleted#erased#part2#jenciearnold#venjenciecliftonarnold#authorvenjarnold#sacredinkedblood
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