perpetual misery

Ever been so used to the bad

That anything good coming your way

Looks like nothing but an illusion
If you accept the betterment 

You feel you’d distort the reality

For you believe happiness is not for you
You ponder the change laboriously

Questioning its significance 

Until you finally derive some evil out of it
You feel oddly satisfied of the task

Expectedly empty yet ludicrously triumphant 

Like you’ve mastered the game
Of perpetual misery.

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