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Stress


Stress is like an elephant always on your chest, making it hard to breath and live a life like a teenager should. Stress is like a bag of bricks on your shoulders, you can always feel it's weight no matter where you go or what you do. Stress is a constant reminder that you just want to get rid of but you can't it's always there. It's there when you're having a great day making it not so great. It's there when you're having a bad day making it worst. People think that when you're stressed that it'll past. Sometimes it does, if you're lucky. Sometimes it don't. Sometimes it's there when you first open your eyes in the morning till the time you fall asleep. Stress is ...... stressful
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