I’m a tear drop

Do not shed me
I am that precious,
And with me the moisture
The hormones that are anxious.
Pretty girls weep over worries
And the dark boys for loss,
O'er the burden that overpower
Bestowed by the boss.
True, I break down your stress
And relieve your sighs,
But, what about them?
The moisture of your eyes!!
Do not part me from my friends
They are my life line.
What if I do that to you...
Ponder; will you be fine??

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