Why Stress
The walls are closing in & the air is getting thinner. Where can I go to escape the walls of life and breath air that is not so thin? What is it that is holding me back? I can go anywhere I want. Getting to the abundance of air is what I seek. Oh what is it holding me down? Is it me or is it the life I live. You see we are the ones that sit on our on chest. So why do we try and protest?
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