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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