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Distress this rotting wound

It's time to crucify my own dignity

No joy

No hope

But no need for sympathy

This is the misery that I chose

Mistress with sullen face dwells in my wound

My own tragedy

Disrupt

Corrupt

Dismember cracked heart

This is the misery that I want

No one can deny this chosen misery

Peace of mind is derived from chosen misery

Caress this rotten wound

Feel no pain anymore

My own serenity

It burned, torn apart, and filled with drips of venom

There is no sign of scar you left