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Real Men Dont Cry

SORRY wen i read an innocent girl raped for the sake of an old mans lust lump in my throat then i sob wen they drop bombs on armless kids in distant places in the pretext of patriotism but to accumulate dirty wealth to rebuild their cities i do cry sorry may be i am not a man they say strong and cold i take pride in letting my emotions fly like a butterfly instead of holding and showing them i am a man maybe i am not a man they say men dont cry they need to protect the land and be cold murderer saving the country wat is a freaking country maybe i dint play with a toy gun chasing my friends in the back yard shooting practicing to be a man later to be cold like a stone not crying but killing they make us puppets you dont know guns for boys and dolls for girls who makes the rules wat is wrong if a boy plays with a doll oh girls do gry thats why real men dont cry 11.09 am july 21 2016

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