This perpetual sickness I dwell on
Has continued to perplex my head
As that tyranny of yours spears right through my heart, I still hold tight. Upright.
This state of agitation won’t bring lucidity
Someone should succour me
Yet, this repulsive mind of mine inveigles me with more malice.
I am not meek. Jocund is not mined anymore. It doesn’t bring tranquility to this sly smile.
The scorn creates a precocious little brat, pushing benevolence. Unscrupulous!
Lalalala~~~
You don't really get it don't you? me either.
Just pass through. Yeehhaaa...
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