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The End

I'll stop holding on to what I haven't got.

I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong.
All caught up in the eye of the storm,
trying to figger out what it's like moving on.

And I don't even know what kind of things I said or did,
for my mouth kept moving & my mind went dead.

So picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting again.