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[An Open Letter to Women] I'm not sure if I speak for all of us men when I say this, but not all men are scumbags; we know what we want, and we want similar things, it's just that women seem to be over preoccupied with the details. A real man isn't going to reject you because you're a brunette, because you aren't into the same kinds of movies he's interested in, or because you are 5 pounds overweight. Don't focus on these small and petty things; as guys, those are things we would IDEALLY want. Those are small things that can make us happy maybe for 5 minutes, but aren't going to make us happy for life. A real man wants to be happy for life

That boy in the corner, just keeping to himself. That boy walking down the streets, hidden in a man's body. That boy that nobody seems to see, the diamond in the rough. Walking through the days, spending his days away trapped in his mind; this world is far to slow and lethargic. "Why am I stuck here?" "Why not?" "Why can't somebody else see what I see? Understand what I think? See the real me, hidden in the wrappings of daily life?" "Why would anybody?" In his world he just wandered, closed himself to that numbness inside; a death of sorts, a breath of denial. "My mouth is dry, my breath is dead, my back aches of the weight. There's a

Little worms, maggot they are, crawling in my blackened heart, they never lay far From the flesh-eating of my rotting heart that was so easily corrupted and so painfully torn apart. The fold of the dark arts, so seduced me with it's power, taking me deep within, taking my foes to their final hour. Those worms, the wiggle and bite, those maggots, they consume what isn't right. Maggots, they torment me eating away my soul, chewing on my lost humanity, leaving a dark, empty hole. Following the cry that I heard at twilight, the raven's call takes me from all light Falling deep within a pure black abyss, where nothing dar