What happens when there's nothing left,
No one to turn to, no safety net?
What happens when, your bridges burned,
you realize its all been wrong turns?
What happens when you're alone with silence
and suddenly realized you can't stand the quiet?
What happens when you look around
and all you worked for is on the ground?
What then, my happy, cheerful freind,
will you tell me when I say its the end?
dawn 10/16/11
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