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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