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sadness

infinite dysphoria
words made of silence
unforgotten frailties
sickening happiness
die vile memories
go to you sepulcher
arise to your throne
conquer your minds
enslave your subjects
but leave me...
ah, lend me some solace
forgive my troubled humor
alas, what good is this life?

~me~

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