Stressed
Feeling stessed. Forehead hurting. Constantly tired. I must be stressed. No where to go but
further above the dark clouds that are surfacing in the way of my happiness. Raining down my
face, destroying my spirit. I wanted this to be the end of feeling like this. But there you go hurting
me like you always do and here I am sitting down absorbing it in and feeling stressed.
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