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Stress


Neverending stress

That’s life I guess

So I puff my chest

Head above the rest

Walk with purpose

 

I must do this

Do that

I can’t miss

The events I must be at

So I go

 

Lots of work

Deal with the jerks

The entire people network

But there’s some perks

At least I get it done

 

Responsibilities

Did you mean

My disabilities

But it’s a part of the routine

So whatever

 

Earn money

Yet I’m broke

Isn’t that funny

Like a bad joke

A really, really bad joke…

 

So hey if you relate

Know you’ll be okay

There’s a lot on your plate

But you’ll make it another day

We got this

 
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