This stress is too thick,
My is mind too wired.
I go through the day peppy,
Yet i'm still so tired.
I'm tired of the pain,
And the mentaly mundane.
Everything stays the same,
While I go insane.
This tension is too heavy,
too heavy to hold,
I'll just wither away silent,
And under the pressure I shall fold.
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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