Stress - Edited

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I lay in my bed,

it is soft against my bare skin.

Lights off,

eyes closed.

Thoughts rushing through my head.

Rarely do I ever have time quite

Like

This.

To just

Enjoy life.

To relax,

to think things over.

Especially the future.

Work,

moving,

family,

Social life,

college,

boyfriend,

everything.

All so busy.

Hectic, and rushing.

Studying and cramming.

Packing and chatting.

Spending time and having fun.

Discussing and coping.

So much to do,

so little time.

If only I had more time to think,

to plan everything out for later

to be ready

to feel ready

Before I

pass out......

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