sad kind and puny girlchild

nauseatingly miserable beyond repair

Oh is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head

Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my delight is causer of this strife.

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