Stress
Stress is a tiny little word
The thing it describes is of much greater mass
It will be here in the future and was in the past
It will always last
Never gone
I wait for it to go
But it still wants to be star of the show
No matter what i do
Or how i act
It will always come back
I try to talk it out
But in the end i scream and shout
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