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Poetry: “Stress”

Some like it, I don’t.

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Stress

I don’t cope
With stress so well
Too much rushing
Wearies me
My brain is worn
All raw and sore
With too much
That must be done

A deadline there
It might be nice
If it’s just for
That one thing
But to pile things up
A too long list
It send sparks
To burn and scald

Give me time
To do my thing
Watch me do
A stellar job
But too much pressure
High demand
I will collapse
Under that weight

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