The woe of a Modern Man
Life is Misery.
I've lost my way.
Negative thoughts cloud my perception of eveything.
I've lost my way.
Dark, overbearing thoughts plague the lion.
Please no, not today.
Cumbersome, consuming and crooked.
This pain won't go away.
Please no, not today.
He feeds on indulgence, the pain, and woe.
This self hating love, forever will grow.
A toy that is broken.
And not one person will ever know.
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