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the spice

*I flew the nest,

Left my jesus

Im independent all grown up

On my way to becoming a mother sparrow.

When you are on your own

you will know what its like,

To be awake

not having a sparrows support.

Doing everything on your own

Not needing jesus there for you.*

 

But really?...

Are you serious,

You are just at the begining.

I am at four years in,

My jesus forgot me

My sparrow tossed me out

If anyone knows lonely

Its me...

To do it all on your own,

To have no supporter

To be 'awake' so you speak.

I am already there

And doing a terrible job at it

But non the less i am and have been

Sooner before you knew.

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cohdee
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Feb 15, 2011
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