Abyss
By Parson Thru
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Where do you go when your world's upside-down?
Who can you talk to?
Who'll understand
and not decide you're no kind of a man?
Where do you go when there's nowhere left?
Who's going to listen?
Who'll understand
and not tell you to sort yourself out?
What do you do when you reach the end of the line?
When you realise you're there on your own?
Who'll hold you back?
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We will. Good poem.
We will.
Good poem.
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Ah, yes, sort yourself out -
Ah, yes, sort yourself out - that piece of advice seems to be passed from generation to generation. This sums it all up in a nutshell and I like how it's all questions and no answers.
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Life is tough on everyone,
Life is tough on everyone, but I see the boys im my life struggling, I don't know what to tell them either.
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does anybody really know...
does anybody really know...
does anybody care...
the strongest will survive...
the weakest won't...
that's the 'system'...
we don't have compassion
Very good poem...
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I second the comment about
I second the comment about liking the questions asked. Nice and neatly done. Has certainly made me sit and ponder. I think the answer is within; you'll stop yourself.
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