Say good-bye, while you're able to do so
No looking back, no turning in
A plethora of memories rush
Into a sublime nature of independence
Once when the tide was high
and the murky waters flowed
When rivers ran through mountains
heeding the call of its dried beds
You were lost in the crevices
And now found your own,
hurting in the shadows.
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