This actually might be it.
I kinda saw it coming.
Like the freight train life always throws at you
and you can do nothing but meet it head on
and see what becomes of everything afterwards.
I'll be saying goodbye.
To too many damn things.
There's a barn-house full of good I'm not gonna
be seeing or smelling or touching or any of that for some time,
and maybe for good, I don't know.
It's not over yet.
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