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Aggrieved at that grievous throb Betrayed by the rosy rose Pricked by its deceitful thorns Hit by the pang of remorse There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria. Those bloodshot eyes, the sulking façade Those falling pearls of repressed feelings Let lose is the pain once gathered Standing on the lousy tip of life’s reeling’s There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria. This delirium of spleen This rage I feel  towards all All those merry, all those joyous Jealous, for their luck is tall There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria Deserving of desolate gloom Meaning to feel the iniquity The guilt of all my wrong doings Is worth no good man’s pity. There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:36 AM UTC
Hysteria
Aggrieved at that grievous throb Betrayed by the rosy rose Pricked by its deceitful thorns Hit by the pang of remorse There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria. Those bloodshot eyes, the sulking façade Those falling pearls of repressed feelings Let lose is the pain once gathered Standing on the lousy tip of life’s reeling’s There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria. This delirium of spleen This rage I feel  towards all All those merry, all those joyous Jealous, for their luck is tall There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria Deserving of desolate gloom Meaning to feel the iniquity The guilt of all my wrong doings Is worth no good man’s pity. There is one thing I can’t control, The Hysteria.
Well, I know its long, but read it anyways.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:36 AM UTC
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