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Nov 10
Asking me to do something
is like asking me to climb a mountain.
The task plays over in my mind
again and again and again.

I tell myself it's a simple job
that quickly can be done.
I turn on my brain and say
"Hey, maybe this will be fun."

Up I go to do the task.
A simple thing, you could say.
And with the finished job I can bask.
But then my brain goes gray.

I sit back down
watching colors go dark.
A fun task no more
on which my brain could embark.

My brain thinks the simplest things
are the hardest of them all.
Up the mountain of tasks I go
and down the mountain I fall.
Written by
Katelyn Stanton
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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