
Mischievous monsters manipulate my mind.
Mumbling misspoken magic, mercilessly mocking me.
Manifesting meaningful madness.
Mirrored moments merely meld —magnifying morose moods.
Me marching mindlessly, mistakenly misplacing mundane mournings.
Modeling my misguided martyr masquerade.



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