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.
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