Tribulations and my afflictions are misery

This cryptic, ironic, depiction is misery.

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The warmth of the sanguine is never in me

The cold cells of mine are dead, are misery.

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What would it take to ever **** me?

Perhaps, if only one thing, misery.

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What is a sickness without remedy?

It is a malignant growth of misery.

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Verification of my friend, my enemy,

Certainly my brother, my nemesis misery.

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Confidence is precedence in my virility,

Verily infecting, lacerating misery.

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I, Andrew, deny that ever woe could have been me,

Although I surrender, I succumb to misery.