Stress...

Sat, 12/25/2021 - 23:50 -- Nell.

All my stress, makes such a mess.I can't clean it up. I wish my stress would die.And so do Iwish I could die.Really you askNo not reallywell maybe my stress is eating my aliveI might as well diveinto a pool and not come up.no no no you sayhow much did they payyou to sayno no no I won't dieI will not die.

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Me
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