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You feel sad, you feel stressed. To get relief, you do your best. You confine yourself to the nest and there are loads of pressure on your chest. You can't seem to shake this curse of a burden. You drink, you smoke weed because you are hurting. Nothing seems to work but the solution is simple. How can you relieve the pain from your sore temple?
Your stress is as easy as popping a pimple so stop probing your mind cause the problem is not mental.
It's the negative energy you carry in your life. It could be your best friend or even your wife. You love people, but I need to let you know. They can dump all their problems and jam up your flow.
How do you fix this with your energy so low? You got to have a garage sale and just let the old relics go.

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