The stress is coming,
My hand,
It shakes
The problems forthcoming,
My fears I can taste.
So many questions,
one road we can take.
Show me the answers,
uncover a way.
Each day that does pass me,
only grows the thoughts inside.
My mind encompassing, desperately trying to hide.
My hand is still shaking,
I can't make it stop.
Another day to fake it,
Another try to stop.
 
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