Thoroughly misunderstood it seems recresent dreams of self-inflicted miseries: Never said I won’t or can’t accept so here remains

Job, sad soul solitary, contemptless yet still full of grateful inklings

happy to lay down and day to day pound the dust from which I’m made

with blinding swirl of dimlit winds within, alongside my dimwit cringe

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