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Stress is my master

holding me tightly by the reigns,

pulling me here and there,

pushing me to the max.



Slowly I am losing

the more I resist,

the weaker I become

untill I give up.



No more of this I can take,

eternal sleep taunts me,

makes me want to die,

want to give up.



My eyes betray me,

my lids they close.

Stress be gone,

for I am no more.