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Cynics

Do you know why men choose to suffer alone? because we still gotta live with the decision despite taking in someone else's opinion If we really told you what we were living with could you help us? No, we gotta play the hand we were dealt and that's note to self the world can't help me and it definitely can't help me with therapy so just do like so many of us do to our loved ones remember me when I'm gone with sad songs and give me flowers when they bury me Now this ain't suicidal this ain't me drowning in some bottomless pit I'm just…sick of "this" now maybe the empaths care to know but the rest of you heartless bastards I know what time it is men are the robots of this world work, provide, protect but most importantly keep your emotions to yourself and you wonder why we so messed up And personally I don't care if you take heed the world is full of hypocritical cynics who are critical of everyone except the way they are living

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