Misery is my companion,
The one that holds me tight,
The one that drowns me.
Misery is my soul mate,
Sheltering me from others,
Making darkness a friend.
Misery is my best friend,
The friend who always been there,
Killing and hollowing me.
Misery is what's left,
Of me and my soul,
I've become the one thing I wish I wasn't.
Misery will only become an opening,
To the one true end.
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