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I waste hours complaining, my sanity waning,
my salt never fading, my madness ascending.
I roleplay a Ruffian, fierce in my dream,
yet never once act, just sit and I scream.
In the slums I keep seething, mid-heat and mid-mire,
while wishing for change I'll never inspire.
I cry and I rage but don’t make it fitter.
Who am I, but a terminal shitter?
