Stress.
You can never escape it.
You can never get rid of it.
Stress follows you everywhere.
Whether it be who can finish the obstacle course the fastest.
Or if you’ll get enough sleep.
Or if your best friend has a life threatening disease.
Stress is a part of us.
And you know the stress is most active
As you lie in bed, contemplating what the next day will bring.
Because stress is the monster under your bed,
The C on your report card,
The disease within your friend.
Stress crushes us all.
Poetry
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Writing this was purely for *stress* relief