In a thick mist,
surrounded by creatures that lurk,
over pressured, over burdened,
with a great deal of work
Millions of those friends,
who don't care a bit,
no one to notice all my,
intelligence and wit
A heart which is aching,
a mind so tired,
I'm think I'm letting go,
I'm feeling so wired
Even after all this,
there's still lots more yet to come,
lots more trouble,
yet to ruin the fun
©harisamir
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