MEN

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Men seem to be more of an emotional creature than women nowadays. Simple miss understanding can turn into him acting all emotional and bitchy. Sometimes I wonder where are the real men that seek understand to understand and to make things better. Without making the women feel rejected. It's truly exhausting. I am just lost times.  But I can't worry about another I have to self care and make sure I am good.
Just too much sometimes.

Miracles and Blessings 
Char

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