Dear Stress

Dear Stress,

Why do you sit on my shoulders so?

Above my head you sit like a cloud

Heavy, dense like the shadows at the bottom of the tree,

Will you be here forever?

My eternal companion.

My friend

My foe

My dearest Stress I love and loathe you so.

So spill unto me your secret,

Why do you sit on my shoulders so?

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