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Release

 
Packed all my stuff up good
Like a little Girl Scout
More like a little Brownie
Young cadet with a duty
Eating all the many little munchies
All the sweet tum-yummies
Forgetting one day
This will all catch up with me
Whether I’m packing my bags or
Developing diabetes
It runs in the family
Already lost Aunt Sandy
But the fetters we ignore
Are the ones that win the wars
Contemplations misinformed
Self judgements passed
When at once we were born
Rebirth; the cycle of suffering
We journey along only seeking...
 
Relief; release.
 
The final ending.
Written by nightbirdblue
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