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You wreck yourself Just for the pleasure Nothing to moan about And you feel down. Picking your scabs Pick your enemies Something to complain, Given sunshine or rain. Wallow in your joy Swallow in your pity Got a new toy A five minute ploy. Nails and stigmata It doesn't really matter Reassuringly Depressed To you it's just a minor misery.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
Minor Misery
You wreck yourself Just for the pleasure Nothing to moan about And you feel down. Picking your scabs Pick your enemies Something to complain, Given sunshine or rain. Wallow in your joy Swallow in your pity Got a new toy A five minute ploy. Nails and stigmata It doesn't really matter Reassuringly Depressed To you it's just a minor misery.
robert-j-howard
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
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