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an aging child leaves a last etching in the bark before crossing over

they say the word goodbye is a shortened form of god be with you I'm candle burning low preparing for this moment to shout into the abyss a canary for those oxygenated souls of the summer its my turn, my line is called to the front but before I go, here are my secrets that I'll share with you be kind babies to your self most of all this thing keeps stretching on more twisted and simple than you can ever imagine so have fun chop the wood carry the water adulthood is the longest period of life it can also be the best part learn a skill let go of outcomes it all happens in the now be brave, go forth to meet your destiny with a full heart and clear eyes you have my blessing goodbye
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