I dont like it when my boyfriend cries. I mean, if his parents died or something, I think it'd be okay and I would more than tolerate it, I'd be there for him. But I cry....a lot, like overactive glands or something is wrong with the part of my brain that controls emotions. I cry enough for the both of us for a lifetime. Men crying is just weak, I hold masculinity very high up.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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