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Stress


Sometimes I feel surrounded

Sometimes I feel bombarded

my world seems to be crashing down 

but it doesnt seem to make a sound

I cry for help, but help somehow flees

I look up in the sky and say, "god won't you please."

I guess this is life, a thought in the wind

I guess that one day ill make up my mind agian.

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