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When I turned 13
I cought the cynicality disease
I felt so stupid
For living blind
But then again
Would I rather be happy living the lie
Or be miserable knowing the truth?
Ignorance is such bliss
There isn't much to fear
But anyway, here I am
Alone with this misanthropy
The beautiful people
Always looking down at me from above
Never taking me seriously
Always kicking me down
When I think I have reached the summit
People think I'm souless
Because cynicality has consumed me
Pesimism is my personality
But I know I still have a soul
It has given me insanity