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Self-loathing... Feels... Like the right way of expression... Despite knowing better... At the outset... Melancholia... Melancholia... Blight on us... As he stabbed at... You... And you clutched at him... Like a dragonfly fluttering towards its death... On rotted, porous driftwood... It's all the same... Melancholia... Melancholia... Blight upon you... Melancholia... Blight be upon you... And you... From Letras Mania