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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