This should have been a post at about 3am last night, but I was feeling so down, that I couldn't even be bothered to get up and post it.

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Hail to the Wretched!
Bring me your misery,
and I will take it.

And I will make it a new kind of pain.
I will package it in a
red box and bow
and it will be changed,
because it is mine.

I store it in the place beyond
darkness,
past the pit of despare where
you tether it.

Here pain runs free.
It is mine.

There is no anger
fear
sadness
all are muffled, absorbed by the
black that separates this place
from the place
of your grief.

Isolation makes a new place without
within.

Hail to the Wretched!
Bring me your misery
and I will take it.