are all boys like this?
are we just an object a toy, something to keep them amused?
are we that insecure that we believe the lies they tell us to get us?
do they mean to be so cruel?
why are they hot and cold and mess with us?
how can they throw us away with no compassion?
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The Art of Happiness
Non-FictionWork in progress - overcoming the demons Sometimes you have to breakdown to breakthrough This is the real me, the mask is off, my soul exposed. It's time to release the demons, just breathe and let go
