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Survival of the Stressed


stress, stress, stress

The grades, The money. The life is a mess.

To go on an island with no pope today,

A deserted  place where it all goes away.

stress, stress, stress

Sure i'd want a boat or a phone to take

but where's the fun in that for goodness' sake?

All I would need besides my supportive family

would be an object that will hel me be 'free'.

A survival book I would need,

just a book, an island, and me.

It's no longer stress but an adventure I will face,

no longer the grades and the money, just survive every day.

survive, survive, survive

 

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