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Stress
Sometimes, in the heavy silence of my bedroom at nightfall,
I succumb to the paralyzing fear of the road ahead.
Sometimes, all I've learned seems for nought,
Because my demons still cry out to be fed.
Strained smiles and sparkling eyes mask a soul torn,
Shining through the scattered shards
Hoping her efforts even on bad days
Will shine through even in her darkest heart.
I succumb to the paralyzing fear of the road ahead.
Sometimes, all I've learned seems for nought,
Because my demons still cry out to be fed.
Strained smiles and sparkling eyes mask a soul torn,
Shining through the scattered shards
Hoping her efforts even on bad days
Will shine through even in her darkest heart.
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