Poetry & Misery. Misery lit For misery sits In layers upon the mind. For misery lit Brings out this shit And frees the mind for a time. But then the bliss ends And misery descends To rest again on the mind. The brief respite, Although a delight, Does nothing to comprehend. Why misery and strife Are with me tonight And everyday until the end.
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