Worries
Pounding in my head,
rather creaking like a bed,
on which a load of worries have been dropped,
so they try and pop,
into a whole new batch,
in which they catch,
even more,
the load of worries grow heavy,
they seem twice the weight of all the services,
I can not stop,
I can not hide,
I can not drop,
the hurt inside.
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