Males are, usually, supposed to be the strong and invulnerable member of society for the weepy vulnerable women to come to to be held for comfort. That way, we can slip a little something something into their drink and let nature take it's course. But if we're crying, how the hell are we gonna get laid? Pity sex? NO THANKS!
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I don't mean to dwell
But I can't help myself
When I feel the vibe
And taste a memory
Of a time in life
When years seemed to stand still
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