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Stress


Stress is my weight

Worth more in gold

Stress is the world

Of which we create

And condem

 

I create today for a grade

I create today for my A

I create today for the stress

 

Stress of unfinished projects

Stress of new projects

Stress of new critiques

 

I am an artist

Stress is my living

It is my worst nightmare

Yet I live the dream

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