Sometimes I feel,
My world is messed.
Nothing to worry about,
And yet tensed.
Dense in tears,
Filled with fears,
Thoughts running in my head,
Words that are unsaid.
I am waiting for the past;
To be present,
Seems meaningless!
I know its useless.
But, what do I do?
When every single thing of you;
That runs through my mind,
Never fades.
Never fades.
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