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Stressing Me

              Are we between or on opposites like bookends. Between a rock and a hard place or in a rock hard place. Lord, help me. Help me in my pain though manipulation runs a household with devilish rules. Dressed up in disguise, no joke on a kind note saying I'm the least understood. Telling you what you need and how to succeed, as they distort your senses of selfwealth (ego-stripping) . Like robot men with computer brains all calculated to blow your mind. Blow your soul. Dying for some unknown cause, I've sang my blues the blackest. Don't stress me.
Written by Sir_Lancelott (Lance)
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