Twisting and turning, on my warm and comfy bed;
Wandering and wondering, in vague thoughts, outspread;
Wanting and needing, in desperate wait for its return;
Sleepless and helpless, in invasion of a mind so stubborn.

Tired and exhausted, yet troubled with a slight headache;
Worried and scared, uncertain of what’s keeping me awake;
Reading and writing, lot to be done in just two weeks;
Sleeping and resting, without which I can’t reach the peak.


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