Poetic Disorder

King Of Misery Management

In some unspecified time she won't be afraid of her psyche
She will not be enchained to her bed
She'll bury the mean solar day he left
But sure as shooting not today
In some unspecified time she avers the pain will be a blip
She'll be the king of misery management
'Cause she doesn't know what happy means since it's only in her vivid mental images
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