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Sep 2013
I searched a lot today
Mama,
for your God.
tried to find the truth and make it stay
Mama,
what is God?
I prayed a lot today
Mama,
to your God.
asked him why he had to make me this way
Mama,
asked your God.
I yelled a lot today
Mama,
yelled at God.
from what I hear, I was made the wrong way
Mama,
thanks to God.
I cried a lot today
Mama,
where was God?
cried about you, and the things you used to say
Mama,
because your God.
I learned a lot today
Mama,
about myself
I learned I'm not perfect, and not perfect is okay
Mama,
you're no God yourself.
Alex Nabozny
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Alex Nabozny  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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   MKJ
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