Refr

I hate the loneliness,
Yet I hate men far more. 
I can’t help feeling sore,
When I must make my best. 

Feelings shouldn’t be hurt,
Is what I’m always told. 
I don’t want to grow old,
Deeper sent in the dirt. 

Men, trapped in their boxes,
I feel like ten foxes,
Witty and ever smart,

Men, bound to endless pain,
No honour shall they gain,
I stay true to my heart. 

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