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Misery never wished to be so.
Poor thing can't stand itself at all.
It's sick of it's role;
A burden for us to carry.
It really is a pity,
Misery in it's sorrowful city,
Ruling as the overlord it never wanted to be,
Winning as the champion,
It never worked hard to become.
Misery never liked its job.
The sweetest, it would apologize to all.
But alas, we can't hear it.
We can't hear it through our hate.
I despised misery, yes I did.
And everyone has, and everyone will.
But it never wanted to be harm, you see
It repents all its life,
It drives people to ||kill.||
At least now, just forgive misery.
Forgive, forget, and maybe we'll see
We'll see if it makes a difference at all,
And we'll see if it thrives in the lives of all.
For you know,
There's nothing to hate about misery.
And if anything goes wrong,
Please, don't blame misery.
Poor misery, it's sick of itself.
It's sick of the hate,
And it's time we let it dwell.