Misery needs a home.
it takes root in the depths of my soul.
surrounding it's self with anger and pain.
makeing my life what seems like hell.
going through the motions.
never fighting back.
waiting for the day, when love comes and wins the fight
to make my life mean something, if any thing at all.
to make it happy once more
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