About the damaging effect of dwelling and ruminating on painful experiences of your life.
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4. HELL IS TO DWELL
HELL IS TO DWELL
I’m loosing patience, can’t tolerate my circumstance,
it bleeds me dry, drains my soul, left fighting for a chance.
A vicious cycle, compelled to make things worse,
comfort in misery, self impose the curse.
Poke at the wound, RUMINATE
Embed the pain, CONSUMED BY HATE.
Poke at the wound, relive the pain, but comfort found, in what’s the same.
Ignore your own advice, your own worst enemy, a vicious cycle, wallow in agony.
The temptation to indulge, in misery. The familiar pain calls to embrace me.
Broken and beaten down, you’re not doing too well.
Come one mate sort yourself out, because
HELL IS TO DWELL