I look left
I look right
I thought it gave up the fight

But there it is
Stress is there
Is just popped up out of the middle of no where

Since stressed has appeared
My stomachs in knots
Tears like ran
Running around like taz

Can’t sleep
Can’t eat
Can’t stand still

Thing to be done there
Things to be done here
Where to start?
Where to start?

Not that stress has left
It has left me a mess.

by Lost Sierra

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