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Stress is a friend you can never break ends, with. Stress is the kind to sneak as close to your face as possible and scream " YER STRESSED 'CAUSE YOU HAVE LOTS'A WORK BUT YOU HAVE NADA MOTIVATION TO DO IT, YOU HAVE NADA MOTIVATION TO DO IT 'CAUSE YER STRESSED, ACE ." and hits you in the face. Leaving you panda eyes of black and blue, your work load piles up with the never ending post-its of every hue. You spend a whole day locked up, though you're free. Finally facing your work load 5 due tomorrow and 10 due May oh' 3. You spend your whole day locked up, not physically but mentally, your thoughts running around your head, shaking the bars over and over again, shaking the stability of your mentality. These thoughts don't necessarily connect, no they reflect over every memory, again and again and again, with every word you type it's the same beat, same tune, same words again and again and again. These thought don't even necessarily are long, they could be a word, a three word pun, or 2 centimetres of wrong. Stress is the ***** you seem to understand, but when you try to describe her the words never end.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
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Stress is a friend you can never break ends, with. Stress is the kind to sneak as close to your face as possible and scream " YER STRESSED 'CAUSE YOU HAVE LOTS'A WORK BUT YOU HAVE NADA MOTIVATION TO DO IT, YOU HAVE NADA MOTIVATION TO DO IT 'CAUSE YER STRESSED, ACE ." and hits you in the face. Leaving you panda eyes of black and blue, your work load piles up with the never ending post-its of every hue. You spend a whole day locked up, though you're free. Finally facing your work load 5 due tomorrow and 10 due May oh' 3. You spend your whole day locked up, not physically but mentally, your thoughts running around your head, shaking the bars over and over again, shaking the stability of your mentality. These thoughts don't necessarily connect, no they reflect over every memory, again and again and again, with every word you type it's the same beat, same tune, same words again and again and again. These thought don't even necessarily are long, they could be a word, a three word pun, or 2 centimetres of wrong. Stress is the ***** you seem to understand, but when you try to describe her the words never end.
making a school planner is hard
curlan-eiruc
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
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