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Dec 2022
Because pressure comes?
I am supposed to hurt myself or run.
Guess what?
I'm not the one.

Maybe I could like many simply blame society.
Or pressure of my own making building up to stress.
Except, I'm not the one.

When I fathom of those that went through the struggle?
And travelled on further to succeed.
In this modern society they trap themselves by seeking to act like celebrities.
Well, I'm not the one.

I've got too much to live for.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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