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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