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Trance


You would think I was in a trance.

Stuck. Unsure, at the first glance.

Am I under a spell? I don't look too well.

If I could make myself say it, then yes, I would tell.

But I cannot, for the dark side is here.

To bring about all of my worst fears.

I can't say more, so I must say less.

But I guess that's what happens when you feel stressed.

Stress can be good, but too much is quite bad,

For your feelings only become confused and sad.

So don't let the stress make you not happy.

As it has done, at this time, to me.

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