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[title] => Therapy
[time] => 2010-05-01 14:17:29
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[bodytext] => Therapy
I sit before you, please you have to listen
This is no lie, I’m about to break
Please don’t let me down.
I am an educated man, a scholar with a degree
But I work in a factory and there lies the rub.
My parents are dead, expected so much
But I feel a failure to their memory and trust.
I’ve worked all my life, menial or otherwise,
But not provided progeny, continue the line.
I strive hard all the time yet am never happy,
Because they are not here to see that I’m fine.
What do I do to expel all this guilt?
I know not but I feel so alone.
Alistair Muir
01/05/2010
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