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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