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Written by Rachel Eagle Reiter
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I'm grabbing my Bags
Walking out the Door
You think this is All I'm good for
You've seen the Last of my body
You hardly know the Rest of me
You fail to see the Best in me
Give me a Year...
You won't even recognize me
I'm spreading my Unclipped wings
This is not the nest for me
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