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Nov 2013
This child I once knew
Knew nothing but himself
Venturing out on his own
Was the way he lived

He watched and observed
Did things on his own
He made his days
And he made his nights

This child I once knew
A curious mind he had
Questioning everything under the sun
Or over the stars
Nothing else existed
But the things he'd rather do

You see,
this child was young
Yet was drenched in reality
He saw what others didn't see
Felt what others didn't feel
He saw beyond
What others couldn't see

This child ventured on his own
None tried to stop him
As a curious child he was
He explored the very depths
of reality

Without knowing the cost
Of what he was about to do
He lost the child in him
Way too soon
Never to look back again
Because he knew he had to pursue
The truth
The things that happen to us are never without reason...
Look back with no regret, but see the good of the past to make a better future.
Jedidiah
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Jedidiah
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