Heart is racing
Head is throbbing
Thoughts are clashing
Eyes are tearing
Thinking of ways to express anger .
There is sick to worry about
There is sorrow about lost friend
There is ambiguity about relationship
There is bungle in the career
And the pile keeps on adding up
There is so much in mind
So much of clatter
I come home cry my heart out.
To settle out
To dry my eyes to sleep.
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