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This Is Not The End
12/01/02
This is not the end, my friend.
There're better places for me to be;
better songs to be sung,
better roads to travel
and definitely better, different people to meet.
I'm trying to come to grips against a mountain
and I'm a quarter of the way up
and my tools are shot
but I'm still hanging on
while I wait for the impending bail-out.
That much is certain.
I'm living broke, down and out.
My ends will come soon enough,
or so I hope,
and a happy ending will punctuate the tale that I've become.
The empty days
spent alone
without a phone to call a friend or a beer to share one with
will fall away into the background
while I rebuild all the hopes I left torn apart
when I last said good-bye to the life I loved so much.
My friend, I'm realizing slowly
but surely,
that this is not the end.
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