It's cold and it's dark, troubles on the bend, brewing in the distance and without confidence I stare into the void of my existance. There is no telling of what's going to happen, but my mind continues to shrink when men become strong. I have nothing to say, nothing to do, but to take on the cheek. The girl is a lie better afforded by those who chose to stay cold, the grim and the wicked. Everytime I get emotionally raped, I'm one step closer to giving up. But I won't, I will not settle for being the man who wasn't there.
I realize, I'm rambling. There is much more to this story than my pathetic selfesteem. There is an underlying truth to be told, in a story only meant for those with big hearts.
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