The world is a cruel place, it has no soft landing for the frail or weak.
They must make do with the thornes and roses like the rest of us,
When they fall they must look within themselves for the strength to rise again.
The rule is a standard, it applies to all just the same,
No one wallows in self pity, time will not allow such centiments.
Self flagellation and loathing are far less desirable.
Only those with strong minds are needed,
Those whi would speak for the voiceless, and speak the truth we hide away,
Those who would deny self gratification.
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In living you can't afford to be weak, hence you'll always be on your knees.