Failing Tests

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Not long ago, I'd run for fun. 

Now I am weighed down by a ton. 

I'm stuck here trying to move on.

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These days, I am often too stressed. 

The air is heavy as my chest. 

Thanks to a morose pressure test. 

Think of its official-ness in jest.

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'Twas a nightmare born from sickness. 

Most days, I wish I'd had a witness. 

I'd never met with such malice. 

It seems I'll have to grow callous.

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