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Stress

That pain

In my head

In my stomach

Must leave

I know it's due

This feeling doesn't help it get done

But there's just no time

None for the work to get done

None for school

None for friends

And none for me

It hurts

It *****

It makes me exausted

Why does it even exist

I've got two words for it

GO AWAY

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Jan 17, 2011
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© Josh Buller 01/17/2011

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