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My cup is tired and it's eagerly waiting,

Till it overflows and can no longer contain,

Till it breaks and can no longer withstand ,

Till outburst accompanies overflow,

And liberation, follows breakage.  

My hands are constantly shaky,

Waiting for an order, 

To easy my heavy heart and departing mind,

So they can be light ,

And occupy things that matter.

My eyes are forever busy,

Searching for peace,

So everyone can be still,

And work in the right frame,

All for the best. 

My all is pissed,

Pissed of waiting,

Waiting to feel better,

Waiting for a solution.

But, I'll still have to wait to be calm.

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