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A LITTLE BIRD WAS IN HER NEST ALL BY HERSELF,ALL ALONE. SHE WAS WAITING IN DESPAIR. SHE KEPT CONSOLING HERSELF ABOUT HER LOVE WHO HAD STILL NOT RETURNED. HER LIGHT OF HOPE STILL BURNED. THE SPARROW WAS SUFFERING BUT NOBODY HEARD HER CRYING. HER TEARS WERE LIKE DEWDROPS SO PURE AND SINCERE IN HER THOUGHTS. FINALLY HER LOVE ARRIVED BUT IT WAS TOO LATE BECAUSE HE LIED. SHE FELT BETRAYED ALL THROUGH THE WAY AND SHE JUST BELIEVED IT TO BE HER FATE. BUT THEN LATER SHE KNEW IT WAS ALL A GAME WHERE YOU LOOSE SOMETIMES AND GAIN BUT LOVE IS CERTAINLY NOT WORTH ALL THAT PAIN. by babyspace pup
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