Existentially or habitually suffering from mundane things.
Like paper cuts causing my blood to rust only to be swept under the rug.
Quelle drole de vie and does it mean anything?
Or am I just a plain old wolf howling about the ordinary?
Answer me, someone pleas.
Yahew and patron saints are yelling about my mistakes,
how I'm a no good son with swollen lungs fading with the setting sun waiting patiently to combust.
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