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The Prisoner
Morose has nothing on the feeling
The overall sensation of intense melancholic severity impeding my every simple notion
The disease is intransigent. An immovable object pushing against my mind, the unbreakable wall.
How perverse is this? How can one suffer such indignation at the cost of the soul? How could I pull myself from the depths of internal despair?
So here I sit, imprisoned inside my own mind. Wondering when I will be sprung
Hell is real
© @Miasma
The overall sensation of intense melancholic severity impeding my every simple notion
The disease is intransigent. An immovable object pushing against my mind, the unbreakable wall.
How perverse is this? How can one suffer such indignation at the cost of the soul? How could I pull myself from the depths of internal despair?
So here I sit, imprisoned inside my own mind. Wondering when I will be sprung
Hell is real
© @Miasma
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