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Pressure’s a strange bedfellow, it twists and it bends,  

Pushes us to reckon with the demons we defend.  

But the ones who know those shadows, keep ’em deep inside,  

Face the storm with quiet grace, no need to run or hide.  

Pressure wears a thousand faces, comes in every shape and size,  

Triggers fires in the soul that only few can quiet or disguise.  

We’re just human, flawed and weary, carrying burdens in our chest,  

But when pressure knocks upon our door, we do our damnedest, do our best.  

So be gentle, be forgiving, there’s always two sides to the fight,  

Choose the path that lifts you up, walk into the darkest night.  

And if the weight should break you, don’t let it break another’s heart,  

Love’s the force that’s stronger yet—pressure’s just the painful start.