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It seems at the end of every day, comes another worry.
Another page to my story.
Nobody can see all the stress building up only to eventually tear me down.
All the anger bottled up.
I'm always fighting the emotions that's provoking me,
Always fighting to keep it all down.
But after a while I get sucked in.
It’s way too late,
I'm already too deep.
I became oblivious to every rational sound,
Couldn't hear a peep.
I couldn't think,
I couldn't handle it.
All I want to do fall to permanent sleep,
A sleep where I drift aimlessly and happily,
Free from every single worry and now free to tell my story.
