I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!

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no one’s really there fighting for you in the last garrison.

no one except yourself that is, no one except you.


it’s the end of the something I did not want to end, beginning of hard times to come.

but something that was not meant to be is done,
and this is the start of what was.

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there is a river I’ve found into the wild under the ground

bid farewell to yesterday
say goodbye I’m on my way

but in the end we all
come from what’s come before
so here I go…