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Stress

I’m sick. I’ve been sick. Sick for days, For months, For years. I’m tired, And lethargic. My eyes are weary. I have a permanently hunched back, now. The aching, The spasming. The fevers, The shivers. It’s a never-ending cycle. And it’s all self-imposed. Because, I perform best When I’m stressed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 2/10/2019 6:52:00 PM
Powerful impacting pen! Excellently expressed. xomo
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