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Thoughts > Poetry > Poetry by me > Victim
I dream of a life in paradise, Yet remain in my pit of despair. I have plans to achieve many goals, But do nothing at all about getting there.
I dearly want to be happy, But am content to whinge and to whine. I truly love being a victim, Being miserable suits me just fine.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste