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Do we really matter?


As we 

mope through our days

Just to stay motivated 

Trying to find a way to keep going 

It will always get harder by the second…. Minute…. Hour

all these people think we’re the monsters, or have problems

Just all around mental emotional screw ups

What if the world never cares 

We just hope for a escape 

Druggies & Alcoholics?

Our minds

Deep like a ocean

Never knowing where it ends 

You never know where it starts

Never know what you’ll learn

You just never know what you’ll find 

No We don’t have any feelings! 

Why must we bottle them up

It’s okay when they do it?

Male Mental health? 

No it doesn’t 

Exist 

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