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Feb 2018
Stress is like a dress made of weight.
It makes you hope that you aren't late or
It makes you worry you ******* Kate.

Everyone's life would be so much better without this pain.
Where are you Wayne!

It makes you want to take off your dress
of weights.

It makes you want to run ****.
But they will call you crude.
Even though they want the same.

Where are you Wayne.
Written by
Hunter Greb
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     T R S and avery
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