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The Cynic.


I'm a cynic.

I don't have hope.

I don't see love.

I don't believe in the God that lives above.

I'm a hopeless cynic.

I don't have friends

No family to be with.

I'm always on the edge of a very high cliff.

I'm a terrible cynic.

I want to be gone.

You tell me I'm wrong. 

But this world is not fit for me. I don't belong. 

I am certainly a cynic. 

I don't see good.

I only see bad.

You look at me and ask why I'm so sad.

But I can't answer you...

Because I have no clue.

If I'm just a cynic...

Then what does that make you?

A dreamer. 

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