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Stress


I feel like no matter how far I run

Stress will always follow

No matter how long I sleep

Stress is the first thing I think of when I wake

Is there a way to get rid of this weight on my sholders

This weight that continues to wear me down

Continues to darken the circles under my eyes

Is there a way to not feel like the world is crashing down on me

Because it seems to me that I can't get away from all this noise

It just continues to pile up, and now this mountain is too high

I can't see the top and it seems to be piling up faster than I can get rib of it

I tell myself "I just need one long weekend, just time to clear my mind"

But even in my free time I can feel stress behind me waiting for me to see it

Is there some way I can get rid of this pest, this hated pain in my head

Because as of now I don't think there is a cure 

 

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