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Woe is me who cannot fight this agony.
Two months I've bore this pain in such disgrace
The unbearable torture I carry unwillingly
Iis but a mask over my expressionless face.
Through each and every day that comes and goes
I've made loneliness alone my friend for life
And boredom my master, people my foes
Familiar the two I worship in strife.
To scorn life's bitter company and cruel torment
Is to let them gnaw slowly at my stone-cold mind
Humbly, I plead for mercy, but none God sent
What hope is left in this world so unkind?
So there my sorrow-bitten tale thus ended
Will peace not come, my emptiness not mended?