Woes
Woes
disrupt
peace of mind.
Who to lean on?
There’s no one to call,
hard swallows make it worse.
Stillness just brings discomfort,
start moving and use that focus!
A thousand tasks talk inside my head,
orbiting around they won’t be rubbed out.
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