Pressure
Pressure
Do you feel that?
That's the presence of stress, fear, and doubt.
Form after form after form.
This is what we do.
For months we plan, prepare, and work.
And yet we still stress, fear, and doubt.
And then...
Something remarkable happens.
We see ourselves striving, learning, and conquering.
We lift the weight of stress.
We wrestle the force of fear.
We free ourselves of the doubt.
We will become what we want.
Proving our worth and importance as humans.
To college we go.
Because of the pressure to push.
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