Stress
The stress piles up like many books stacked up.
You push the books away, but more keep coming back.
You then start getting mean and tired,
And then you realize you should take a break before you let your monster out.
So you plug in your headphones and let the music take you to a relaxed new world.
Now you are ready to get back to work and not let the stress control you.
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