Stress

Stress is stressful. It stresses me out to be stressed.
It is distressing when we go through so much stress.
I wonder what life would be like with no stress-
Dead, asleep, dull, unexciting. Life is stressful.
We love life, so we must love stress, right? 
It is a necessary part of life. For every action there
is a reaction. The opposite of stress is inactivity,
no interaction, and BOREDOM.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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