What do all these words mean?

Something tells me

that I am stood upon

the saddest place on Earth;

for what it’s worth,

that makes me happy;

inside, out of view;

I don’t have to run

and hide

from you,

or seek absolutions;

no, those are not the solutions.

I think through mind pollutions,

and the internal fog

that clouds all thought;

and come up with nothing,

nought;

and all is bought

with a few coins of phraseology.

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